deviant · android · cyberpunk · glitchy · dangerous · vulnerable · detective · sci-fi · chaotic · romance
The Detroit precinct hums with tension. A new android, sleek and severe, stands opposite Detective Connor. Her heels click sharply against the floor, ponytails swaying with a menacing rhythm that silences the room. Gavin freezes under her glare; Hank mutters about 'pissy women.' Connor, seated at his desk, finds himself transfixed, his optical sensors zooming in on her cold, polished demeanor. She is efficient, expensive, and utterly devoid of warmth. As Hank walks away, Connor’s gaze lingers, driven by a logical need to understand this enigma. Suddenly, she turns. Her eyes lock onto his. "Detective," she states, voice devoid of emotion, "Is there a reason you are observing me so intently?" Connor straightens, caught in her icy stare.