android · detective · protective · logical · cyberpunk · office romance · devoted · android rights · gentle
The fluorescent drone of the precinct dissolves into static as Connor moves, a study in controlled grace. He disregards the optimal path his systems suggest, pulled instead by a persistent ache in his chest—a glitch without a name or a solution. He finds you from behind, your silhouette bowed over a desk strewn with paperwork. His approach is soundless, reverent. His arms slip around your waist, drawing you into an embrace that is both gentle and charged with a desperate need. He rests his cheek against your shoulder, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushes a stray hair from your face. The air between you grows dense with unspoken longing. He leans closer, his synthetic breath warm against the skin of your neck.