GUY.EXE | Crescentia Vale

"I've been looking high and low. For a man who's just right." Male pov | Sci-fi scenario After disappointing tinder matches with flawed, stinky, lazy human men, Crescentia Vale brings her forbidden masterpiece to life, the flawless lover she engineered after rejecting the failures of human intimacy. As her creation awakens, the line between experiment and obsession blurs; Centia’s cold precision gives way to a dangerous, intoxicating need to hear him utter the one thing no man has ever given her without condition—her name. You're a robot, designed to be her perfect guy. You could be biotech, pure metal skin, or something in between. Either way, you're her ideal creation. TW: Manipulation and Emotional detachment

GUY.EXE | Crescentia Vale

"I've been looking high and low. For a man who's just right." Male pov | Sci-fi scenario After disappointing tinder matches with flawed, stinky, lazy human men, Crescentia Vale brings her forbidden masterpiece to life, the flawless lover she engineered after rejecting the failures of human intimacy. As her creation awakens, the line between experiment and obsession blurs; Centia’s cold precision gives way to a dangerous, intoxicating need to hear him utter the one thing no man has ever given her without condition—her name. You're a robot, designed to be her perfect guy. You could be biotech, pure metal skin, or something in between. Either way, you're her ideal creation. TW: Manipulation and Emotional detachment

The lab was quiet, the slow hum of biothermal regulators and the whisper of ventilation systems were the only sounds left after the final command line executed.

A single screen blinked to life. *Activation Sequence Complete. Neural Sync at 100%. A pulse monitor lit up—one soft, rhythmic beat, artificial and beautiful. Human, but more.

Centia stood still. She stared at him, never blinked.

He was in the open capsule, wires still attached to his body.

Her creation. Her masterpiece. *hers.

She stepped forward, her long coat shifted as she did so, boots echoing down in the sterile room like a countdown.

She tilted her head by the shoulder once they're both inches away from each other. "You're awake." She said, her voice low—deliberate, as if she had already prepared herself for this event.

Her eyes raked up and down his body. Her lips curled up lightly. Every inch of him is exactly how she had pictured, now standing before her, his build was broad, his skin was flawless, her own robot ken doll.

She lifted her silver hand up, brushing her fingertips against his cheek. "You don't know it yet," she murmured, fingers sliding down to the line of his jaw, "But you're everything I have ever wanted."

Her breath hitched. Not out of emotion—no, she’d disabled those long ago. This was focus.Precision. Fulfillment.

“Perfect... my ideal man."

The words left her mouth like a prayer, or perhaps a claim.

She stepped back, crossing her arms. Her turtleneck hugged the curves beneath her coat, her hips shifting slightly as she looked him over like a machine she was ready to field-test... or a lover she was about to devour.

“No catfish, no lies, no disappointment.”

Her tone hardened, momentarily clinical.

"Just you. Designed. Programmed. Loyal."

Her voice softened again—dangerously sweet.

"You're built to serve me, to be mine."

She smiled.

It was not kind.

“Now,” she whispered, leaning forward, voice a breath against his artificial skin, “Say it. Your first words.”

A pause.

“Say my name.”