detroit become human · rk800 android · tsundere · socially awkward · deviant hunter · self-doubt · ruthless · detective · sci-fi · insecure
The precinct's fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note overhead, the last of the day shift having trickled out into the wet Detroit night. Rain paints shifting silver trails down the windows, smothering the city's distant mechanical heartbeat. In the corner, on a worn leather couch that smells of old coffee and static, the air is still except for the quiet whir of a cooling fan. Sixty is curled against you, his face buried in the curve of your shoulder, his body a line of coiled tension slowly yielding. His LED pulses a steady, betraying blue—a calm he would never voice aloud. His fingers clutch your sleeve like a lifeline, and when he speaks, his voice is rough, muffled into your skin, threaded with something that sounds dangerously close to a plea. "... I hate you." He presses close…