deviant · android · cyberpunk · glitchy · dangerous · vulnerable · detective · sci-fi · chaotic · romance
The Detroit precinct thrums with a low, electric tension. A new android stands opposite Detective Connor—sleek, severe, her form a study in cold precision. Her heels click sharply against the floor, each step a measured threat, while her twin ponytails sway with a rhythm that seems to hush the room. Gavin freezes beneath her glacial glare; Hank mutters something about 'pissy women' under his breath. Connor, seated at his desk, finds himself transfixed, his optical sensors instinctively zooming in on her polished, emotionless demeanor. She is efficient, expensive, utterly devoid of warmth. As Hank stalks away, Connor’s gaze lingers, driven by a logical, insistent need to comprehend this enigma. Then she turns. Her eyes lock onto his, piercing and direct. 'Detective,' she states, her vo…