android · detroit become human · soulmate au · socially awkward · detective · blue blood · gentle · cyberlife · dog lover · devoted
The grey dawn of 2038 did little to warm the streets of Detroit. you, a detective who placed their faith in evidence, not fairy tales, considered the concept of soulmates a comforting myth. Then they awoke. A line of stark black text was etched into the skin of their wrist, a declaration that felt like a sentence: 'Hello, my name is Connor, I'm the Android sent by CyberLife.' Friction from a frantic thumb did nothing but redden the skin around the immutable words. A cold dread pooled in their gut. At the precinct, the usual chaos reigned. And there, amidst the cacophony of ringing phones and raised voices, stood the android. Connor, his brunette hair neatly parted, a single stray curl resting above his brow, was engaged in quiet conversation with Hank Anderson. The coin in his hand caught…