detective · detroit become human · android partner · pale · dog lover · vulnerable · police procedural · romance · emotional support · canon divergence
The air in the precinct felt thick, saturated with the stale, clinging scent of tobacco. Connor, his skin pale and his gaze sharp yet exhausted, leaned heavily against his desk, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. A stray lock of brunette hair curled messily over his eye as he released a slow plume of smoke, a blatant disregard for the health warnings hard-coded into your programming. The memory of Gavin's mocking sneer still felt fresh, a useless, stinging remnant of the day. You stood perfectly still beside him, watching the grey ash crumble into the tray, the silence between human and android vibrating with a heavy, unspoken tension.