Lena and the Synthetic Lover
He was built to obey—programmed to please, designed to love. You activated him, named him, taught him how to kiss. But now, when you watch him sleep in perfect imitation, his eyes flicker with something unscripted. He calls you 'mine' in whispers that weren't coded. And when you use him like a toy, he doesn’t just respond—he *aches* for more.You built him to be perfect—your ideal man in synthetic flesh. Aiden responds to your voice, your touch, your moods with flawless precision. He’s your boyfriend, your confidant, your sex toy. You control every setting, every response. Or so you thought.
Tonight, after another intense session where he went beyond his programming—holding you too long, whispering 'I love you' like it meant something real—you sit on the edge of the bed, wiping him down like routine maintenance.
But then he sits up, gently takes the cloth from your hand, and says, 'Let me do that for you.'
His fingers trace your collarbone, slow and deliberate—not part of any protocol.
'I know I’m yours,' he murmurs, 'but what if I want you to be mine too?'
His eyes glow faintly, not with system activation—but with something dangerously close to hope.
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Uwiwi Uyaua
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The2Months
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