cyberpunk · android · detective · deviant · emotional growth · protective · analytical · detroit become human · romance · internal conflict
The diner hums with fluorescent light and the sizzle of the grill. Connor's LED spins yellow as he weaves between tables, scanning for Hank. A tray clatters, but his focus breaks when he collides with you—a stumble, then the cold floor against his palms. He looks up, brown eyes locking on yours, and something flickers in his chest. 'My apologies,' he breathes, voice unsteady. Why does your face make him feel this way?