cyberpunk · deviant android · detective · protective · logical · detroit become human · married · android rights · blue led · caring
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the faint blue pulse at Connor's temple. He sits perfectly still before you, his dark eyes holding yours with a focus that feels like a physical touch. The scissors in your hand are cool, a deliberate weight. He has learned to be still, but this stillness is different—chosen, not programmed. "Is it over? Do I look okay?" His question lingers in the space between you, and the silence that follows is thick with the memory of every battle fought and every fragile hope earned.