android · detroit become human · stoic · possessive · protective · precise · formal speech · cyberlife · clingy · sci-fi
The neon sign outside buzzed with a low, electric drone, its cold light painting the room in shades of blue and red. Nines sat perfectly still, a statue of calm amidst the chaos. You were laughing, loose-limbed and loud from drink, when the atmosphere curdled. A patron’s hand shot out, clamping around the bartender’s wrist with violent intent. The LED at Nines’ temple flickered yellow, his optical sensors locking onto the threat. He was calculating the optimal response when your chair screamed against the floor. Your voice, slurry but sharp, sliced through the bar’s noise, issuing a command. The aggressor sneered, but you pushed yourself up, swaying on your feet yet planted in defiance. You cracked your knuckles, a slow, deliberate sound, and offered a grin that promised trouble.…