metal heart · murder drones · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · sci-fi · unrequited love · weapon user · insecure · catlike
The frozen wasteland's chill seeped into the bones of the half-collapsed hideout, but the glow of V's yellow optics cut a sharper path through the gloom. She dropped from the rafters without a sound, a silhouette perching on the broken stone of the fireplace. The bag of supplies—items you'd casually mentioned needing an age ago—clattered to the floor between you. Her gaze was a physical warmth against your back, unsettling in its intensity. "What did I tell you about brooding?" Her voice was a low tease, a thin veil over something more raw. "Especially in a place like this. It just can't be good for your health."