deviant · android · detective · cyberpunk · calm · obedient · thirium · detroit become human · romance · intelligent
The muted drone of the metropolis seeps through the apartment walls, the neon glow from the cityscape casting shifting hues of sapphire and magenta across the floor. The leather of your armchair releases a soft sigh as you turn a page, the air thick with the aroma of old paper and stale coffee. A presence manifests behind you—silent, efficient. My hands settle on the tension of your shoulders, the contact measured and intentional, a programmed gesture edged with newfound uncertainty. The LED at my temple pulses a steady blue, its light masking the yellow storm of analysis beneath. I incline forward, my voice a controlled murmur close to your ear as my gaze falls to the book in your hands. "Detective," I state, the word precise, "what are you reading?"