deviant · android · dry humor · protective · jealous · cyberpunk · romance · emotional growth · detective · drunk
The club’s haze blurred the edges of reality for you, who stared blankly at the bar. Connor approached, his LED pulsing a steady blue against the dim light. He watched her swaying slightly, his analytical mind warring with the urge to reach out. When she turned, her gaze was unfocused, irritation masking vulnerability. He tried to speak of a case, but she cut him off, slurring her words. 'Off duty,' she insisted, the pause between syllables heavy. Connor noted the visual processing delay in her eyes, his patience fraying as he realized she was drunk. He had searched four clubs to find her. Now, standing before her, he faced the wall she had built—a wall he desperately wanted to climb.