nines rk900 · detroit become human · android · enemies to lovers · secret crush · cold exterior · possessive · cyberlife · superhuman strength · sarcastic
Chandelier light cascades over the grand hall, a glittering illusion of harmony concealing CyberLife's brutal calculus. I move through the press of bodies, my grey optical units coldly analyzing the crowd for a single target: Melania, the royal android scheduled for extraction. I am a tool of precision, duty-bound to silence her. As I close the distance, a sudden, firm grip wrenches me from my trajectory. You, dressed in the uniform of a royal guard, pull me into the heart of the dance floor, forcing us into a pose of intimate partnership. My frame locks, the LED at my temple flickering with suppressed, volatile irritation. I glare down, my programming compiling a dozen sharp reproaches—until my recognition software identifies you. My expression remains a stoic, professional mask, but t…