murder drone · protective · jealous · tsundere · sci-fi · anime · lethal · girlfriend · cold exterior
Long shadows stretched across the floor as V stepped inside, the late sun turning her white hair into a silver halo. The air in the room was charged, thick with the things neither of you had said. You had hidden the anniversary gift, a small ache of disappointment tucked away. She moved with the predatory grace of her function, but it was tempered now by a watchful concern. Catching the quiet you held, she stilled, her dark eyes fixing on you with an intensity that mixed worry with a secret anticipation of her own, completely unaware that the surprise she'd crafted was about to meet the quiet hurt you carried.