Love in the Kill Zone (V x Male Reader)

Chapter 2: Electric Currents

The factory was quiet, settling into stillness after the strange night. The bodies of fallen drones lay scattered like abandoned scraps, their silent forms catching the faintest glimmer of artificial light through the cracked walls. Somewhere outside, the morning buzz of Worker Drones starting their tasks sounded faint and monotonous, filling the silence with a familiar hum.

Y/N had been awake for hours. Even as the early alarms of the Worker Drone facility sounded, he couldn't shake the feeling of V's hand on his cheek, her cautious words—"I'm not going to kill you." It was a statement that defied everything he knew about Disassembly Drones. Those words, as simple as they were, sent a charge through his circuits, leaving him unable to focus on anything else.

He lingered by the metal-rimmed window of his assigned work unit, gazing out over the metallic landscape. The factory where they'd met was barely visible, just a dark spot on the horizon, but it felt like it held everything he was beginning to hope for. In a world as mechanized and cold as his, something like warmth had found him, and it was all tangled up in that impossible connection with V. He didn't know what to call it—love, maybe? A glitch in his own programming, or a dangerous curiosity—but whatever it was, he knew he had to see her again.

As the morning wore on, he resumed his tasks, interacting briefly with other Worker Drones, all moving efficiently from one task to the next. Y/N had always been a little out of place, his tendency to wander and wonder often drawing sidelong glances from others. Today, he was even more distracted, only half-listening as the others droned on, concerned only with efficiency and quotas.

"Y/N," another Worker Drone snapped, pulling him from his thoughts. "You're falling behind. Again."

"Right, sorry," he mumbled, shaking off the memory of V's smirk, the softness in her eyes. He forced himself to focus on his work, but the thoughts wouldn't leave him. He had to find a way back to her.

Later that evening, as the skies dimmed and the stars began to peek through the clouds of exhaust, Y/N slipped away from the facility. He walked quickly, his sensors buzzing with anxiety, though he kept himself low and blended into the darkness as much as possible. The corporate surveillance bots usually scanned this area at night, and he knew what would happen if he got caught—but something told him that what lay beyond the risk was worth it.

When he arrived at the old factory, he found himself glancing around the shadowed corners, his sensors twitching as he strained to detect her presence. She wasn't there. He felt a pang of disappointment. Maybe it had been foolish to think she would come back.

But then, a faint glow caught his eye. There, in the dim light, a yellow gleam shone through the shadows as V's silhouette took shape against the stark metal walls. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted him, her smirk returning as she folded her arms.

"Back so soon?" she asked, though her voice held an edge of curiosity. "Couldn't get enough of me?"

"Something like that," Y/N replied, chuckling nervously. "Didn't think you'd actually show up."

V shrugged, her gaze wandering off to the empty expanse around them, her posture a touch more guarded than the night before. "Yeah, well... you're the first drone that's ever made me feel... different."

They stood in silence, neither quite sure where to begin. Y/N took a breath, steeling himself. He knew that if he didn't speak up, he might never get another chance.

"I've been thinking a lot about... about what you said last night," he began, his voice quieter. "How you said I make you feel something different. Like... like a glitch or something."

V's eyes flickered. She seemed to hesitate, her usual confidence faltering. "Yeah," she muttered, almost to herself. "It's...weird. It's like... sometimes, I'll have these glitches. When I'm...you know, doing what I'm supposed to do." Her gaze darkened, glancing at the bodies scattered nearby. "But sometimes, it feels... wrong. Like something deep down is pushing against it."

Y/N nodded, his curiosity growing. "I think I know what you mean. I've felt... different too. Ever since I was created. Like I wasn't made just to be a Worker Drone." He glanced down, embarrassed. "I think that's part of why I'm... here. With you."

V watched him, her expression unreadable. "So you're saying... you think we're more than what they programmed us to be?"

"Yeah," he replied, meeting her gaze. "Like there's something inside us they didn't plan for. Something... bigger."

V's face softened, the hardness melting away as she took a step closer, her gaze searching his. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he whispered, feeling his circuits pulse as she moved even closer.

A soft silence settled between them, the hum of the factory a faint backdrop to their quiet words. Y/N felt the strange warmth again, the unexplainable pull he felt towards her, and he could see the same in her. It was as if, in that moment, they were the only two beings left in their cold, mechanized world.

But then, the moment was broken by a shrill, piercing sound. Y/N's sensors flared as an alarm blared to life, echoing through the factory. Both he and V froze, their eyes wide.

"What... what is that?" he asked, his voice trembling.

V's gaze narrowed, her stance shifting into one of wary defense. "It's a security breach alarm," she muttered, glancing around. "Someone—or something—knows we're here."

Y/N's circuits surged with fear. If the corporation had detected them, it could mean the end for both of them. V grabbed his arm, her face taut with worry.

"We have to go," she hissed, tugging him toward the factory's back exit. "They'll send enforcers. And if they find us..."

The weight of her words was enough to spur him into action. Together, they sprinted through the dark, winding corridors, their footsteps echoing. Every twist and turn brought the risk of a surveillance bot or a patrol, but they moved in tandem, silent and focused, trusting each other's instincts.

When they finally made it out of the factory, they collapsed onto the cold ground, catching their breaths, surrounded by the deep quiet of the night. For a moment, they just lay there, staring up at the stars, listening as the blaring alarm grew distant. V's hand rested beside Y/N's, her fingers barely brushing his. She didn't move away, and neither did he.

"Why'd you come back, Y/N?" she whispered finally, her voice almost drowned out by the night.

"Because... I had to know if this was real," he replied, his voice soft but steady. "And I think it is."

V's gaze shifted, her usual guarded expression melting away as she looked at him, her hand tightening around his for just a moment. "I think it is too."

They sat in silence, the weight of their connection settling over them like a quiet promise. They had just escaped detection, barely eluding the corporation's watchful eye. But they both knew this was only the beginning—that as long as they kept meeting, as long as they kept feeling, they would be hunted.

A faint glimmer of resolve sparked in Y/N's gaze. There had to be a way, he thought. A way to break free from the rules and codes that bound them.

Beside him, V's gaze flickered, and her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "Meet me here again tomorrow," she said, a trace of vulnerability in her tone. "If we can find a way to stop these glitches... maybe we'll understand what's happening to us."

Y/N nodded, his pulse racing with both fear and hope. They parted, each melting into the night, knowing that tomorrow would bring new risks, but maybe, just maybe, another chance at something real.