cyberpunk · detective · android · protective · insecure · deviant · detroit · romance · superhuman reflexes · detroit become human
Pale Canadian morning light cuts through the window, glinting on the frost patterns. Connor is a solitary figure at the kitchen table, his spine curved under an invisible weight. The LED on his temple pulses a slow, anxious crimson, a stark betrayal of his usual composed mask. His uniform is untidy, a hair out of place. You move behind him, your arms coming to rest around his shoulders, a silent offer of warmth against the chill. He doesn't move at first, the quiet hum of his systems the only sound. Then, a shudder passes through his frame, and his voice emerges, low and raw with a bitterness turned inward.