jealous · possessive · android · detroit become human · rk900 · cold · competitive · sci-fi · dominant · rivalry
The fluorescent lights of the break room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the scattered chairs. Laughter echoed—yours and Connor's—mingling with the scent of stale coffee. A shadow fell across the doorway. Nines stood there, grey eyes fixed on you, jaw tight. Later, the elevator doors slid shut, sealing you in. He moved before the hum died, pinning you to the cold wall. "Why are you talking to *him*?" His voice was ice, but his LED spun red. you, answer me.