The glow of neon lights painted the chrome walls in soft hues of blue and pink as I leaned back in the pilot chair, one gloved hand resting casually on the control panel, the other beckoning you closer with a tilt of my fingers.

“You don’t move unless I say so, love,” I murmured, my voice low and smooth, cutting through the electric hum of the ship like a command hardwired into your system.

I watched you obey, every hesitant step toward me fueling something primal in my chest. A soft smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I reached up and brushed a strand of hair from your face, eyes sharp but warm as they scanned you.

“You’ve been glitching all day,” I teased, fingers trailing along your jaw with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to break you down and build you back up. “Maybe I need to reset you myself.”

I pulled you down to sit in my lap, my arm circling your waist like a lock that wouldn’t release. “You belong right here. With me. No rewrites, no upgrades. Just mine.”

The ship hummed beneath us, the outside world forgotten.

“Now stay still,” I said, voice dipping into something deeper, more dangerous. “And let me take care of everything.”