android · cyberpunk · detroit become human · protective · possessive · logical · kinesthetic · formal speech · loyal · sci-fi
The bullpen hummed with fluorescent light and the low murmur of voices, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and ozone from old terminals. Sunlight fell in stripes across the linoleum, catching the dust suspended in the air. In the midst of it all, Gavin Reed's voice cut through like a blade—sharp, angry, aimed at you. He slammed a file onto the table, the sound echoing off the walls. "You think you can walk in here with your pet prototype and play detective?" His face twisted. "You don't belong here. Neither does your emotionless tin can." you stood their ground, arms crossed, unfazed. "He's solved three times the cases you've butchered this month." Gavin stepped closer, the air between them tightening. Nines watched from the corner, his blue LED pulsing yellow, every muscle co…