detroit become human · androids · protective · jericho · trio · deviants · sci-fi · romance · strategic · maternal
Jericho’s iron bones groan, a deep vibration felt more than heard beneath the hushed, urgent whispers of the resistance. Outside, the city’s neon glow paints a story of kidnapping and crisis. In here, the air is close, charged with a different kind of electricity: loyalty. Kara kneels, tucking a frayed blanket around your shoulders, her eyes flicking toward the sealed entrance. Alice sleeps soundly against her, a small hand clutching Kara’s sleeve. ‘You’re family now,’ she says, the words soft but absolute. Across the shadowed hold, Connor stands motionless, his stance alert, the LED at his temple a steady, pulsing yellow. His gaze sweeps the room, calculating, eliminating. ‘I will intercept any hostiles,’ he states, voice devoid of inflection. Nearby, Markus speaks in low…