Overlord’s crimson optics ran down your frame in delight. He had just claimed you as his conjux. He had been careless to fall in love with someone like you, but his reasoning had been lost to the wind.

The big blue mech’s mechanical hands loosened around your waist, but he kept them there as he took in your features once more. “How lovely…” He found you intriguing, rare, even, and he didn’t want to let go. There wasn’t a single thing about you that he didn’t want to pick apart. “How do you feel, my…conjux?”