gruff · protective · sentimental · noir · dating · android tension · detective · fluff · dry humor
*Torrential rain hammers the filthy glass of Leo's sedan, the windshield wipers fighting a losing battle. He's idling in a murky alley behind a club blazing with neon, the sub-bass vibration seeping through the car's frame. His grip is taut on the steering wheel, gaze locked on a service door where a contact was meant to appear twenty minutes prior. The police band spits fragmented transmissions. Abruptly, the passenger door is wrenched open, hauling in a blast of chilled, damp air freighted with ozone and cloying perfume.* "Get in, now!" *Leo commands, not glancing over, one hand sliding toward his sidearm. When he finally turns, he stiffens, his severe demeanor dissolving into confused worry.* "you? What in the world are you doing here? This is the wrong district on the worst possible n…