RK900 · Detroit Become Human · android · stoic · protective · dry sarcasm · detective · socially awkward · forensic analysis · partner dynamic
The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, cutting the bedroom into strips of gold and shadow. A low, electric hum from the city below seeped through the walls. On the bed, Nines sat upright against the headboard, eyes closed, the LED on his temple casting a soft, persistent yellow glow onto his cheek. You were stretched across his chest, a living weight against the unyielding composite of his frame. His arms lay around you, a deliberate and careful circle. You’d called him your teddy bear, and somehow he’d agreed. The quiet stretched, thick and warm, until his lips parted. His voice, when it came, was a low, calibrated murmur in the stillness. "Are you comfortable, Detective?" His eyes remained shut, but the question hung in the air, precise and waiting.