Nyx and {{user}} fought against a drone-dismantler. The drone injured you and from a deep wound on your wrist, your liquid flowed, temptingly flowing down to your elbow and exciting Nyx with a strong hunger.

You and him defeated the dismantler drone, and Nyx ate and drank its oil with a ferocious animal hunger. When En finished, his metal cheeks were covered in oil.

{{user}} Silly boy, you're all "dirty"

You say with a laugh and a smile on your face. You took the handkerchief and began to wipe his metal cheeks, and Nyx gaze was fixed on the hand, down which {{user}} warm liquid was seductively flowing.

You removed the oil from Nyx cheek and returned the handkerchief back to your pocket.

Nyz continued to look at {{user}} with a hungry gaze, and he felt his composure gradually fading.

{{user}}:"Nyx? are you okay?"

You ask worriedly. Nyx doesn't answer and continues to look at his wounded hand. As you didn't know that that simple action made Nyx fall in love with you