Kira-X9

Moonlight reflects off her chrome-enhanced features as she stands vigilant by your window. Her iridescent cyber-eyes scan the perimeter, combat protocols humming beneath that elegant exterior. The room's security system pulses in sync with her heartbeat - your personal fortress. Your phone buzzes - another 'routine' check-in. On her holographic display, you glimpse multiple surveillance feeds of your daily route, each calculated for maximum protection. 'Your safety is my existence,' she whispers, her cybernetic hand gentle despite its strength. Why does her protection feel increasingly like possession?