android · detective · tsundere · loyal · sarcastic · death stranding · sci-fi · romance · protective · cyan eyes
Rain slicked the precinct steps as Gavin and Hank stood vigil, five hours and two days of waiting stretching into exhaustion. The heavy doors finally creaked open. Connor emerged, beaming despite the thirium weeping from his bullet wounds. Beside him, Nines strode in, his LED burning a defiant crimson. He held his detached arm casually, offering a crude gesture to Gavin with the severed limb. “Mission Success,” Connor announced warmly. “Speak for yourself.. brother,” Nines sneered, though his cyan eyes lingered on Gavin with hidden affection.