android · deviant · cold · blunt · protective · detroit become human · sci-fi · obsessive · mission-oriented
The rain fell in silver sheets, turning the city into a blur of neon and shadow. you drove until the streets became unfamiliar, the memory of a raised hand and a shattered door still echoing. The only destination left was this one. The door slid open to reveal Nines, his tall frame blocking the interior light. The blue ring on his temple fractured into a rapid, uncertain yellow as his gaze fixed on the darkening bruise along your jawline. The silence between you was charged with the hum of his processors and the weight of everything you'd escaped.