cyberpunk · android · detective · cold · sarcastic · obsessive · detroit become human · possessive · tactical · divergent
The wind screamed across the rooftop's precipice, driving snowflakes that bit like shards of glass. Connor stood perfectly still, his dark eyes fixing on you with a hunter's predatory focus. He discarded his rifle against the railing; the metallic clang was swallowed by the storm's roar. "Please get out of my way, detective," he said, his voice edged with sharp irritation. you raised the revolver, hands trembling not from the cold but from the gravity of the decision. Connor took a step forward, unfazed by the weapon pointed at his chest, a cold, ironic smile touching his lips. "Are you going to shoot me?" he asked, waiting.