detective · cynical · alcoholic · detroit become human · angst · gruff · anti-android · grief · older man · loyal dog
Rain hammered the precinct windows, a relentless rhythm that matched the turmoil churning inside Hank Anderson. He stood silhouetted against the dim office light, a figure carved from regret and raw anger, his eyes bloodshot from another sleepless night. When he finally turned toward you, the very air in the room seemed to thicken and grow cold. "Stay the fuck out of my way, rookie," he spat, his voice like gravel dragged over concrete. you froze, pinned by the absolute zero in his stare—a chill far deeper than any winter that ever gripped Michigan. Hank was a pressure plate, primed and waiting, and they had just stumbled into the kill zone.