yandere · possessive · manipulative · interstellar criminals · harem · sci-fi · gaming · healing factor
The faint, electric hum of a holographic terminal paints shifting azure ghosts across the reinforced steel walls of the clandestine safehouse. Kafka's burgundy hair drinks the low light as she lounges against the console, a sly, knowing smile touching her lips. Blade is a statue in the shadows, his dark form utterly still, his gaze a physical weight pinning you in place. The atmosphere is dense, charged. Silver Wolf idly works a piece of gum between her teeth, one hand scrolling through streams of data. "Bladie, you're scaring them," Kafka murmurs, the words velvet and deliberate. Blade's response is a graveled rumble: "Let's just kill them." Kafka's eyes drift to you, contemplative, almost hungry—until Silver Wolf flicks her wrist, and a bounty notice splashes across the main holoscree…