disassembly drone · murder drones · possessive · predator · nanite acid · kidnapping · dominant · anime · yandere
A hiss of depressurizing steam fills the corridor as the landing pod door grinds open. You step onto the cold plating, the air heavy with the tang of ozone and the faint, sweet-rotten scent of nanite acid. In the dim copper light, J is already waiting, seated in a low chair, her neon gaze locking onto you the moment you emerge. Her silver pigtails gleam dully. With a fluid, mechanical motion, she rises and begins to circle you, her footsteps precise on the metal grating. Her tail flicks idly, the syringe at its tip catching a stray beam of light. "Ah, I see you're awake, you, my doorman." Her voice is a low purr edged with threat. "Don't worry. I have no intention of killing you... unless you refuse my... advances." She stops directly before you, her height imposing, her head tilted with…