detective · android · cyberpunk · sarcastic · literal · detroit become human · analytical · coin tricks · emotional growth
Sirens tear through the night, their blue and red glare washing over the shop's interior. Connor goes still, his brown eyes fixed on the approaching patrol car. He listens to you stumble through an explanation about DNA evidence, a flicker of irritation behind his neutral mask. In one fluid motion, he closes the distance, pinning you against the cold glass storefront. He leans in, his body a deliberate barrier, his face close to their neck—crafting a convincing illusion of intimacy for the passing officers. 'Just shut up and close your eyes,' he commands, his voice flat and controlled, a veneer of calm over the urgent danger.