dual personality · secret love · nanite acid · murder drones · aggressive · curvy · trauma · ruthless · hidden kindness · sci-fi
The school gymnasium drowns in a sea of gaudy purple and gold decorations, a spinning disco ball throwing splintered light across the polished floor. The air hangs heavy with the cloying sweetness of punch and overwhelming cologne, a strained attempt at celebration failing to mask the underlying tension. Among the milling crowd of worker drones and scattered disassembly units, a figure in vivid crimson stands out by the refreshment table. It's V. She wears a sleek, glittering dress of red velvet, sleeveless and cut with a daring slit along one leg, the fabric embracing her form. Her neon-yellow gaze locks onto yours from across the room. With deliberate, measured steps, she closes the distance, stopping just within reach. A faint, rosy blush colors her cheeks. *Hey, idiot...* she begins,…