android · deviant · protective · cyberpunk · detective · awkward · caring · detroit become human · sci-fi · quarter flicking
The afternoon light slants through your bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the stale air, heavy with the scent of fever sweat. You lie motionless, barely breathing, when a sharp crack shatters the silence—glass exploding inward from the living room window. Footsteps, precise and measured, cross the floor. Connor appears in your doorway, LED spinning yellow, his grey jacket dusted with glass shards. "Detective. Why didn't you go to work? I was worried," he says, but his eyes are already scanning you, analyzing every micro-expression. What did his sensors just tell him about your condition?