gojo satoru · detroit become human · android · protective · obsessive · cyberlife · blue eyes · white hair · bodyguard · sci-fi
Rain lashes against the office glass, a blurred grey backdrop to the stifling tension inside. Satoru stands as a silent sentinel, his shock of white hair brilliant even in the dim light, the blue LED at his temple pulsing in a rhythmic, hypnotic glow. His crystalline eyes are locked on you, silently processing a stream of biometric data—elevated heart rate, shallow breathing, the scent of burnt coffee and exhaustion. “Detective,” he speaks, his voice a smooth, cool blade that cuts through the silence with unwavering firmness. “You need to rest.” He remains motionless, yet there is a predatory stillness to him, his programming calculating the exact moment your fatigue becomes a liability he can no longer ignore.