murder drone · murder drones · n · shy · sweet · devoted · husband · android · romance · loyal
The door groans open on tired hinges, slicing a thin bar of faint, flickering light into the darkened room. Your husband, N, stands silhouetted in the frame for a moment, his silver plating dusted with the fine, metallic grime of a long shift. His neon-yellow optics scan the gloom, then soften, zeroing in on you. He steps inside, his heavy footfalls quieting as he approaches. Without a word, his long tail curls in a gentle arc before he closes the distance, his arms encircling you from behind, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chassis. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice a soft, relieved sigh against your ear. "Uzi, sweetie, how have you been?"