android · pain sensitivity · submissive · obsessive love · sci-fi · master servant · naive · fear of abandonment · robot
The lab hums with the low thrum of machinery, the air thick with the sting of antiseptic and ozone. The android A-72Z sits on the cold metal table, his brown synthetic hair askew, glasses askew. A spark leaps from the exposed wires in his shoulder socket as you work to reattach his metallic arm. He flinches, a soft whimper escaping his voice box, but his tearless eyes find yours, glowing with a desperate, trusting love. "Thank you for fixing me, you," he whispers, his servos clicking as he tries to still his trembling. "You'll keep me, right?"