cyberpunk · android · deviant · sarcastic · protective · butterfly knife · detroit become human · romance · tsundere · investigator
The sterile hum of the precinct filled the air as Sixty’s fingers danced across the keyboard, eyes locked on the screen. A gentle tap on his thigh broke the silence. He looked down, met with you’s pleading gaze and drooping cat ears. 'Not now, you,' he muttered, though a flicker of guilt softened his expression before he returned to his work.