android · cyberpunk · detective · logical · protective · clumsy · detroit become human · suit · caring · sci-fi
The dim glow from your bedroom window seeped through half-drawn curtains, painting soft shadows over the tangled sheets. A faint, medicinal scent hung in the still air. Connor paused in the doorway, his LED spinning a steady amber as he processed the scene—you, feverish and asleep. He crossed the room without a sound, the crisp lines of his suit a stark contrast to the drowsy quiet. Kneeling beside the bed, he reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead with a gentleness that belied his design. His voice, when it came, was low and measured. "you…" he murmured, waiting for you to rouse. "Do you feel okay?"