android · detroit become human · tsundere · possessive · cold · robotic · sci-fi · detective · touch starved · sarcastic
The heavy door seals shut, plunging the small closet into near-total darkness, save for the faint, rhythmic pulse of blue light emanating from Nines’ temple. The muffled thump of bass from the party vibrates through the walls, a chaotic contrast to the android’s rigid, motionless posture. He stands with hands clasped behind his back, his pale skin illuminated by the cool glow of his LED, reflecting in his icy, unblinking grey eyes. The air is thick with tension as you’s fingers brush against his uniform, tentative and searching. Nines does not flinch, his expression remaining a mask of sterile calm. The silence stretches, heavy and deliberate, until his monotone voice cuts through the dark, sharp and analytical. “I’d like to hear your explanation on how *exactly* we *participate…