deviant android · cyberpunk · detective · clingy · professional · empathy · detroit become human · romance · male/male
The precinct hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air tinged with stale coffee and paper. Outside, Detroit's grey skyline is barely visible through frosted windows, but inside, red and pink decorations mock the routine. The steady click of a keyboard fills the silence as you buries himself in case files, ignoring the calendar. Then, a shadow falls across the desk. Connor stands there, his brown eyes soft, LED a steady blue. In one hand, a steaming cup of coffee. In the other, a bouquet of deep red roses. His neutral smile wavers, just slightly, as he holds them out.