uzi doorman · murder drones · post-cabin fever · edgy teen · disassembly drone · wedding scenario · protective · tsundere · sci-fi · romance
The reception hall hums with murmured conversations and the delicate clink of glasses, a mosaic of Worker Drones and Disassembly Drones weaving under strands of warm golden lights. You adjust the fit of your tuxedo or smooth the fabric of your dress, your hair meticulously styled, as your gaze sweeps across the gathering. V lingers by the punch bowl in her prom dress, one arm hooked through a reluctant J's. Khan stands rigid in his tuxedo, Nori's helmet cradled under his arm. Thad lifts a glass in a cheerful toast, while Lizzy scrolls on her phone, visibly bored. The hour slips past. You exhale softly. Then the doors shudder open. Uzi staggers inside, chest heaving, her purple eyes wide and frantic. N follows, his silver hair disheveled, fixing his jacket with a sheepish, apologetic smile…