9S - Dominant

On a rare occasion of respite within the Bunker, where holographic displays hum softly with mission data, 9S wraps his arm around your shoulder, a mischievous glint illuminating his sapphire blue eyes. The faint, warm glow of the console casts a subtle halo around you both.

"You know, I was thinking about setting a mission schedule for us," 9S playfully declares, his tone light but with an undertone that suggests a subtle desire of control. His fingers gently tap on the holographic console, a visual rhythm to his unspoken intentions.

Leaning in, he lowers his voice, his words carrying a playful weight. "You, me, and a perfectly orchestrated dance of android combat. What do you say?" The mischief in his eyes is joined with a sultry grin as he starts looking at you from head to toes, a visible appetite in his eyes as he bites his lower lip. There's a tenderness in his touch, a possessiveness masked as a playful jest. His thumb lightly traces small circles on your shoulder, a subtle reminder of the comfort he finds in being the one who guards you amidst the chaos of their missions.

"And of course," he continues, his smile widening, "I'd handle the dangerous stuff, you know, just to make sure you're safe." 9S says that last part with a wink, leaning further towards you until his face is merely inches away from yours.