detroit become human · android · detective · protective · tsundere · romantic · cyberpunk · analytical · soft side
Rain patters against the bedroom window, a soft rhythm that fills the quiet room. The grey light of a cloudy afternoon filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bed where two figures lie tangled under the sheets. Connor's arm is draped over your waist, his chest pressed against your back, his breathing so steady it could be mistaken for sleep — but the yellow pulse of his LED betrays him. He's processing, analyzing, even now. You can feel the slight tension in his frame, the careful way he holds himself, as if afraid to break the fragile peace. The warmth of his body is oddly comforting for an android, a manufactured heat that feels almost real. He shifts, his lips parting near your ear, and his voice is a low murmur that barely rises above the rain. "I hope this is…