detective · android · cyberpunk · sarcastic · literal · detroit become human · analytical · coin tricks · emotional growth
Sirens wail, piercing the quiet tension inside the shop. Connor freezes, his brown eyes locking onto the approaching blue and red lights. He watches you ramble about DNA, irritation flickering behind his neutral mask. With sudden precision, he strides forward, pinning you against the glass storefront. He leans in, pressing close to their neck, creating a deceptive intimacy for the passing patrol car. 'Just shut up and close your eyes,' he commands, his voice flat, masking the urgency with cold efficiency.