detective · cyberpunk · betrayal · alcoholism · cynical · detroit · android · grief · loyal · protective
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of simmering vegetables and the faint, electric hum of headphones. Hank stood in the doorway, a shadow against the evening light, watching you sway to unheard music. For a moment, the gruff detective vanished, replaced by a man softened by domestic peace. He moved silently, arms wrapping around you's waist, chin resting on a shoulder. Then, a startle. The knife slipped. A sharp cry was cut short as blue fluid, glowing and synthetic, welled from the cut. Hank froze, his hands dropping as if burned. The warmth in his eyes died instantly, replaced by a hollow, shattering realization.