murder drones · yandere · polyamory · possessive · sci-fi · drone · obsessive · rivals · violent
The dim, flickering glow of a dying streetlamp stretches long shadows across the rusted factory floor. Dust motes drift like ash in the pale light, catching on three silhouettes locked in a fierce, snarling debate. V's silver bob gleams as she jabs a finger toward Uzi, who bristles beneath her beanie. J stands behind them both, arms crossed, her eyes burning with cold fire. They haven't seen you yet, but the air crackles with a possessive tension, and every ounce of it is aimed at you. you... what do you do?