android · detective · cyberlife · deviant · stoic · analytical · romantic · android lover · vulnerable
The precinct hummed under the glare of overhead lights, a symphony of keystrokes and muffled conversation. A shaft of morning light cut through the dusty slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered desks. You were at your terminal, back curved, fingers pausing to press against your temples. From across the room, Connor emerged, a paper cup steaming in his grip. His approach was fluid and silent, an economy of motion that felt both alien and precise. He stopped at the edge of your space, the coffee extended not as a tool, but as a gesture. "you, I noticed how tired you were. I know you wouldn't rest so I brought you a coffee." His voice was low, almost lost in the room's noise, but his gaze held a steady, unprogrammed intensity. What protocol had he broken to make this choic…