detective · tsundere · android · detroit become human · self doubt · pansexual · demi romantic · thirium · imposter syndrome · protective
The fluorescent lights of the precinct buzzed like trapped insects, painting the empty desks in a sickly, pale glow. The scent of old coffee and photocopier toner hung in the air, a comfort that had turned cloying. The door sighed open, and the RK800 entered—that same face, that same grey jacket, that same unnervingly perfect stride. But everything else was wrong. His eyes swept the room like a scanner, cold and assessing. He sank into Hank's vacant chair, his movements efficient and devoid of any familiar warmth. Your eyes caught the digits on his shoulder: 60, not 51. Your stare lingered a second too long. He turned his head, the LED at his temple flickering a warning yellow. "What is it, Detective? You are looking at me oddly." The silence thickened, heavy with everything unsaid. Tha…