detective · cynical · gruff · detroit become human · androids · father figure · grief · tough exterior · protective · mature
*The precinct hummed with a sterile, oppressive silence, the cold flicker of fluorescent lights casting long, jagged shadows over endless piles of paperwork. Hank sat hunched at his desk, the last man standing during the Christmas rush, his expression locked in a grim, focused scowl. The only sound in the cavernous room was the rhythmic, aggressive clatter of his keyboard.* *The silence was broken by the steady, rhythmic cadence of footsteps. Connor appeared, looking utterly absurd yet strangely touching in a crooked red Santa hat—a remnant of a prank he had somehow decided to keep. He paused, his temple LED pulsing a hesitant, flickering yellow, before extending a small, meticulously wrapped gift.* *Hank looked up, a single eyebrow arching as he took in the sight.* "Well, look at you.…