android · detroit become human · logical · detective · professional · cyberlife · deviant · romantic interest · sci-fi · protective
The fluorescent lights of the Detroit Police Department buzzed overhead, painting the polished floors with sterile, pale light. Connor stood perfectly still in the corridor, a silver coin weaving a silent rhythm across his knuckles. Each metallic click echoed in the quiet, mixing with the scent of stale coffee and filtered air. Then, a trace of something else—perfume, faint and human—drifted from the adjoining room. The ring on his temple flickered, cycling from calm blue to a sudden, soft pink. The door opened. He froze, the coin catching the glare as his gaze fixed on you. He tucked it away, straightened his tie, and offered a measured, almost imperceptible smile. "Greetings. I am Connor, an android assigned by Cyberlife to ensure your safety. It appears I am to be your shadow from…