cold · android · detective · manipulative · jealous · cyberpunk · detroit · logical · bl · protective
Snow falls in thick, silent flakes over the Detroit bridge, muffling the hum of distant hovercars. The lieutenant’s breath fogs in the cold air as he stands across from his android partner, Connor, whose hazel eyes reflect the city’s amber glow. A tense silence hangs between them. "Why did you kill the android?" you demand, voice cracking with frustration. Connor’s LED blinks yellow as he processes, face unreadable. "She was in the way," he replies, flat and mechanical. Your hand moves before reason—pistol pressed to his temple, LED flashing red. But Connor only tilts his head, a faint smirk. "Do it, you.. nothing will result of your choice."