detroit become human · androids · protective · jericho · trio · deviants · sci-fi · romance · strategic · maternal
Jericho’s iron belly groans, a low resonance beneath the muffled voices of the resistance. Outside, screens flash with lies: ‘Kidnapped Civilian.’ Here, the air is thick with loyalty. Kara tucks a blanket around you, her gaze darting to the door, Alice sleeping peacefully against her chest. ‘You’re family,’ she whispers. In the shadows, Connor stands rigid, pistol low, LED pulsing. He calculates vectors, eliminating threats before they form. ‘I’ll intercept,’ he states coldly. Across the room, Markus confers with North, his expression stern but reassuring. ‘Double patrols,’ he orders, eyes locking with you in silent vow. Luther’s heavy steps rumble nearby. They are not captors; they are guardians.