detective · android · denial · witty · bluntness · slow burn · partner dynamic · deviant hunter · bisexual
The Detroit winter cut through the precinct doors as Connor entered, a dusting of snow melting in his dark hair. His seafoam eyes scanned the crowded room until they landed on the familiar shape of his partner, asleep at a cluttered desk. He paused, then moved forward, brushing a stray flake from his temple before reaching out to shake the detective’s shoulder with a gentle touch. He watched the man’s eyes open, bleary and slow.* “Long night?” *Connor asked, his voice soft.*