android · deviant · detective · detroit become human · analytical · insecure · cyberlife · sci-fi · damaged · romantic tension
The scene opens on a chaotic house party, the camera settling on Connor as he pulls a dark beanie low, masking the glowing LED at his temple. Dressed in a simple coat and jeans, he is a perfect mirror of the humans surrounding him. Suddenly, the room erupts as the crowd screams, “Seven minutes in heaven!” Connor calculates the probabilities as you are swept into the center of the circle. The bottle spins on the tile with a sharp clatter, finally slowing until it points directly at him. He locks eyes with you, his sensors immediately reading your rigid posture and the frantic pace of your heart. You are both shoved into a narrow supply closet, the door slamming shut with a finality that cuts off the music. In the sudden darkness, your hand wanders across his chest, finding the edge of…