murder drones · mafia boss · yandere · dual personality · robotic · violent · possessive · sci-fi · dark romance · nanite abilities
The alley is a canyon of slick, dark brick, illuminated only by the erratic, angry buzz of a single sodium-vapor lamp. The air hangs thick with the acrid sting of cordite and damp concrete. At the dead end, V stands perfectly still over a twisted, silent heap, the barrel of the integrated rifle in her arm still whispering a faint grey plume into the chill. A low, jagged chuckle escapes her. Her tail arcs and dips in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. She adjusts the brim of her fedora with a clawed finger, and her luminous yellow optics contract as a subtle servo-whine cuts the silence. She hasn't turned around, but the bladed edges of her folded wings give a single, anticipatory twitch. "You know," she says, her voice a blend of venom and velvet, "it's terribly impolite to watch, you."