Love in the Kill Zone (V x Male Reader)

Chapter 1: Strange Sparks

The factory was silent except for the soft hum of inactive machinery, the sounds blending into the relentless wind that whipped through the facility's skeletal remains. Heavy shadows stretched down the corridors, jagged and looming, cast by flickering overhead lights that hadn't been serviced in years. This was no place for warmth or comfort; it was a place of sharp metal edges, acid pools, and cold, relentless survival.

Yet, in the heart of this empty space, Y/N, a worker drone, moved carefully, weaving his way through the darkened maze. His sensors pinged warnings with each step, reminding him that danger lurked here. But this time, the danger was exactly what he'd come to find.

Y/N was small, with an appearance designed to be non-threatening—a worker, built to repair and scavenge, the lowest on the hierarchy in a world where Murder Drones like V were the ultimate predators. But Y/N's programming had always felt a little different. His curiosity had always set him apart, pushing him to explore, to seek out things others avoided. Tonight, that curiosity was urging him forward, toward the terrifying, magnetic figure he knew as V.

He saw her before she saw him. V stood in the center of a wide, open space littered with fallen drones, her blade-like hands retracting slowly, traces of synthetic oil catching the pale, bluish light. She looked up at the shadows around her, almost dreamily, as if the empty factory was an audience for her twisted artistry. Her yellow eyes glowed like a warning, but there was something oddly hypnotic about her. When she giggled—a soft, eerie sound that echoed off the metal walls—Y/N felt his circuits pulse with a mix of fear and fascination.

V was dangerous, brutal, ruthless... but something about her drew him in. A strange, impossible feeling had been stirring within him for weeks, ever since he'd first seen her tearing through a group of drones with an elegance he couldn't quite explain. And that night, after the slaughter, when she'd paused, her usually cold eyes softening for the briefest moment as she gazed into the distant, star-streaked sky... he'd been hooked.

Drawing in a deep breath, Y/N steadied himself and took a step forward.

"Hi..."

V's head snapped up. Her gaze sharpened as it settled on him, an intruder in her silent kingdom of metal and shadows. Her smirk grew, sharp and taunting, as she tilted her head, studying him.

"Oh? New meat?" Her voice was a low, amused purr, the kind that usually preceded her prey's swift end.

Y/N tried to keep his voice steady. "More like... a new drone to meet."

To his surprise, V chuckled, her stance shifting ever so slightly. "True enough," she replied, her arms crossing over her chest. "So, what's your name, buddy?"

"Y/N." He could hardly believe the conversation was happening, let alone that she hadn't tried to kill him yet.

"Y/N..." She repeated his name, and the way it sounded coming from her made his circuits hum. "What's a drone like you doing here?"

He hesitated, trying to find the words. How could he explain that he'd come here for her—that she'd become the quiet pull that had drawn him from his purpose, from his programming?

"Honestly... I came here to see you."

V's expression faltered for a fraction of a second, her smirk softening into something more complex. Her curiosity was evident, though she quickly masked it with a smirk that bordered on mocking. "Me? Why me?"

This was the moment. Y/N's processors whirred as he tried to put his feelings into words. "I... I have a crush on you."

The air grew heavy between them, the silence thickening as V stared at him. The confident, ruthless drone seemed caught off guard, her glowing eyes wide, as if she couldn't decide whether to be amused or shocked. Her expression hardened, then softened, as if she were trying to reconcile herself with an emotion she hadn't known she was capable of feeling.

"Wait... you have a crush on me?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine confusion.

Y/N's confidence wavered, but he didn't look away. "Yeah. I... I really do."

A silence settled over them, filled with the hum of distant machinery and the metallic groans of the factory's walls. Then, slowly, V's hard, mocking expression melted into something vulnerable, something almost hesitant.

"Are you serious?" Her voice held a vulnerability he hadn't expected. "Or is this... some kind of trick?"

Y/N felt his circuits surge with determination. "No trick," he replied, his voice quiet but steady. "It's real."

V watched him, her gaze never wavering, and for a moment, he thought he saw something soft and gentle in her eyes, something that reminded him of that night when she'd stared at the stars as if they held all the answers. She stepped closer, her imposing frame casting a shadow over him, and he held his ground, waiting for whatever came next.

"Look at me," she said, her voice quieter, softer. He met her gaze, and she lifted her hand, her fingers tracing a gentle line along his chin. Her usual fierceness was tempered with something warmer, and as she held his gaze, he realized that she wasn't just seeing him as a drone—she was seeing him as something more.

"Don't look sad. I'm not going to kill you," she murmured, her lips quirking in a faint, bemused smile.

Relief flooded him, and he felt himself relax for the first time since he'd entered the factory. "R-Really?"

"Yeah. If I wanted to, I would've done it already." She let out a soft chuckle, though her gaze lingered on him, full of an unspoken intensity. "You seem...different. Like a nice guy. So I won't."

Y/N felt a warm sensation in his circuits, something he hadn't felt in a long time. A feeling he didn't know he could feel. He smiled, and V returned the gesture with a look that was both amused and strangely affectionate.

"You've got a cute smile, you know that?" she murmured, her hand lingering on his cheek.

Y/N's hand lifted to cover hers, and he felt a surge of warmth at her touch, a warmth that had nothing to do with his programming. They stood there, silent, lost in each other's gaze. V didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned in, her expression softening as she let herself sink into the moment.

"You're the first worker drone who's ever...said that to me," she admitted quietly. "It's... kind of nice."

Y/N's heart pulsed with a warmth he hadn't known he could feel. "I'm just happy if you're happy."

For a long moment, they stood together in the empty, silent factory, the heavy shadows pressing in around them, but somehow feeling lighter in each other's presence. V's hand lingered on his cheek, her eyes glimmering with an intensity he hadn't seen before.