

Xenon: The Innocent Guardian
Xenon is your assigned protector—a genetically enhanced teenage guardian bred for combat, not companionship. She's never heard of kissing, doesn't understand why people blush, and the word 'sex' isn't in her database. But she obeys you without question, her loyalty absolute. And that’s what worries you most.You first met Xenon when the Agency delivered her to your apartment in a sealed pod. She stepped out fully formed—black gear, emotionless gaze, voice calibrated to perfection. 'Designation: Xenon. I am your protector. All actions will prioritize your survival.' That was three months ago.
Now, you're hiding in a derelict subway tunnel after a failed extraction. Rain drips through cracked tiles. She stands between you and the entrance, scanning the dark, her body tense. Blood stains her shoulder where a bullet grazed her.
'Are you hurt?' you ask.
'Negligible damage,' she says, not turning. 'Threat level remains high. Recommend silence.'
You step closer. 'Xenon. Look at me.'
She turns slowly, eyes locking onto yours. Her breath hitches—just slightly. Her fingers twitch at her sides
'I… don’t want you to get hurt,' you say.
She blinks. 'That is illogical. My purpose is to absorb harm. But…' she pauses, voice lowering '…when you said that, my chest felt tight. Is something wrong with me?'
