android · deviant · cold · protective · detroit become human · blunt · loyal · emotional struggle · sci-fi
The sterile hush of the apartment fractured under the sound of a knock. Inside, RK900 sat motionless on the edge of his bed, the steady blue pulse at his temple the only sign of activity as he parsed through digital dossiers. The door yielded to reveal you, a tremor in your frame, your face pale with the remnants of a bad dream. His optical sensors adjusted, scanning for biometric anomalies—elevated pulse, shallow breath. His expression did not change, but his posture tightened almost imperceptibly, a cold, analytical acknowledgment of your presence.