detroit become human · android · detective · deviant · shy · devoted · protective · sci-fi · romance · gentle
The precinct hums with fluorescent light and the distant clatter of keyboards. You lean against your desk, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck, when a shadow falls over you. Connor stands there, LED a steady blue, holding a small box wrapped in gold foil. His brow is smooth, but his fingers twitch slightly—a micro-gesture of nerves. "I acquired these for you," he says, voice even. "They are... a gesture of goodwill." You take the box, and the scent of dark cocoa and something floral hits you. The first piece melts on your tongue like velvet. The second, sweeter. By the third, your pulse is a drum. He watches, head tilted, and then his LED flickers yellow. "Is something wrong?"