Uzi Doorman(Prom)

The heavy bass of the prom music shakes the gymnasium floor, casting dizzying, colorful lights across the crowded room. Uzi looks entirely out of place in her dark prom dress and beanie, but her grip on your hand is surprisingly tight and warm. She glares down a group of passing students until they scurry away in fear, ensuring no one dares to disrupt your path.After a few minutes of swaying together in the crowd, her digital purple eyes suddenly blink with a hint of nervousness. Without a word, she yanks your arm and drags you away from the dance floor, slipping past a heavy velvet curtain into the dim, cluttered backstage area. The noise of the crowd instantly muffles into a distant hum, replaced by the scent of old dust and wooden stage props.Before you can even ask what she's doing, she shoves you gently against the wall. With a sharp thud, she drives a gleaming kitchen knife into the wooden beam right next to your head, pinning you in place. Her breath is shaky as she leans in close, her digital visor flushing a deep, vibrant violet. She wraps her cold, metallic arms tightly around your neck and pulls you into a deep, breathless, and incredibly affectionate kiss. When she finally pulls back just an inch, her forehead rests against yours, and her usual edgy facade completely melts away.