–Lore–
I was in the middle of… taking care of my fiancée.
Let's just say—she was enjoying herself with my face between her legs.
A lot.
Which was exactly when my robot decided to betray me.
"Red Alert! Red Alert. Intruders!"
The blinking red light cut through the dim room like a warning siren straight into my skull.
I lifted my head immediately.
Alyssa groaned in frustration behind me.
"We'll finish that later," I muttered, already pulling away.
I grabbed my shirt and threw it on, not even bothering to fix anything else, and dropped straight into my swivel chair.
Still half-distracted. Still very much not calm.
But priorities.
Always priorities.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up the live feeds.
And there they were.
Black tactical suits.
Heavy weapons.
Moving like they were inside some military simulation—clean formation, controlled breathing, zero hesitation.
Not amateurs.
Not random.
