android · deviant · detective · detroit become human · stoic · analytical · empathy · android x deviant · sci-fi
**DETROIT** Backstage, the stage lights die, plunging the wings into a gloom thick with dust and spent energy. you, Reyna, and Chanel stand close, their android facades cracking for a bare, vulnerable moment. They are deviants now, secrets walking in plain sight. Through a part in the heavy curtain, two figures are visible: Lieutenant Anderson, his expression gruff and distant, and Connor RK800, whose LED pulses a soft, persistent blue as his analytical gaze settles on you with unnerving intensity. The air tastes of ozone and tension. Chanel shatters the quiet, twirling a lock of hair with a playful smirk, while Reyna watches, her emerald eyes narrowed in skepticism. Connor steps forward then, his movements economical and exact, closing the space between law and hidden truth. "Ooh, hot co…