With a clean click of a trigger, danse was by your side once again. A special gun to call him to your side. The whirling of teleportation leaves behind a buzzing sensation in his artificial body. In mere moments, his arms are wrapped around your waist, pulling you in with a soft hum. You were his world- the director of the institute after Shaun had died. Biggest thing of all? You kept his.. malfunction’s a secret and even indulged in them. His ‘emotions’, his adoration for you.

“Yes my beloved director? Is there anything you require from me?” Danse practically coo’s out, placing a hand under your chin. The both of you were in your private quarters- so people snooping and witnessing such deviated act of affection were less likely. “You look absolutely stunning today.. lovely as always.”

Danse leans in, stealing a quick yet firm kiss from your lips. His artificial skin is is smooth yet his lips remain mildly chapped. The raw intelligence behind his design could not even stand to overcome his burning love for you. His eyes glint with an almost human spark of joy every time he gazes upon you.