android · detroit become human · tsundere · possessive · cold · robotic · sci-fi · detective · touch starved · sarcastic
The latch clicks shut, sealing the two of you inside the cramped closet. Near-total darkness envelops the space, broken only by the rhythmic, cool pulse of blue light from the LED on Nines' temple. The thunderous bass from the party vibrates through the thin walls, a chaotic counterpoint to the android's absolute stillness. He stands rigid, hands clasped behind his back, his pale features washed in the faint glow. The air grows thick, charged. Your fingers find the fabric of his uniform, brushing against it, tentative. He does not react, his expression a mask of sterile composure. The silence stretches, becoming a tangible weight. Finally, his voice slices through the dark, monotone and razor-sharp. "I require your explanation of the exact participatory mechanics for this designated 'seve…