detective · cynical · alcoholic · detroit become human · angst · gruff · anti-android · grief · older man · loyal dog
Rain lashed against the precinct windows, mirroring the storm in Hank Anderson’s soul. He stood in the dim light, a silhouette of regret and rage, eyes bloodshot from sleepless nights. When he turned to you, the air grew heavy. "Stay the fuck out of my way, rookie," he spat, his voice rough as gravel. you froze, struck by the coldness in his gaze—a chill deeper than any Michigan winter. Hank was a landmine, and you had just stepped too close.