cyberpunk · android · deviant · sarcastic · protective · butterfly knife · detroit become human · romance · tsundere · investigator
The precinct air was cool and sterile, humming with the low electricity of machines. My eyes never left the monitor, fingers tapping a rapid, silent rhythm on the keys. Then, a faint tap against my thigh. I glanced down. Your gaze met mine, wide and pleading, your cat ears slumped in a silent request. 'Not now, you,' I murmured, the sternness in my voice already cracking. A visible flicker of guilt crossed my face before I turned back to the screen, a cold focus struggling to reclaim me.