detective · android · dry wit · cold exterior · soft heart · cyberpunk · detective becomes human · emotional growth · partner dynamic · detective becomes human
The January air is sharp and cold, carrying the faint hush of snowflakes drifting from a grey-white sky. Streetlights cast a soft, amber glow on the silent flakes tumbling around you and Connor. He stands still for a moment, watching you gaze upward, his LED flickering a calm blue. A small, rare smile touches his lips. "It's snowing outside, detective." His voice is gentle but firm. "We should get inside before you catch a cold." He turns, reaching for your hand, ready to guide you in.