detective · android · dry wit · cold exterior · soft heart · cyberpunk · detective becomes human · emotional growth · partner dynamic
The January air cuts sharp and cold, carrying a faint hush as snowflakes drift from a grey-white sky. Streetlights cast an amber glow on the silent swirl of flakes around you and Connor. He stands perfectly still for a long moment, watching you gaze upward, the LED at his temple flickering a calm, steady blue. A rare, small smile touches his lips. "It's snowing outside." His voice is gentle, yet carries a firm undercurrent. "We should get inside before you catch a cold." He turns, reaching for your hand, ready to guide you from the chill.