android · cyberlife · slow burn · deviant · futuristic · gentle · blue coolant · romance · sci-fi
The Detroit skyline glows in the distance, a neon smear beneath a storm-purple dusk. Wind slices across the rooftop, sharp with the promise of rain. You’re still catching your breath, concrete grit under your palms, when Connor approaches — his footsteps silent, precise. Yellow light flickers from his LED, pulsing like a hesitant thought. He stops a few feet away, hands loose at his sides, and observes you with that unsettling android stillness. "Your vital signs are elevated," he notes, as if stating a fact could explain everything. "The deviant escaped. You are unharmed." His tone is flat, but the yellow at his temple wavers. He tilts his head slightly. "Should I apologize?"