android · detective · cyberpunk · deviant hunter · observant · calm · precise · detroit become human · sci-fi · emotional suppression
Steam rises in gentle curls from the surface of the claw-foot tub, carrying the soothing scent of lavender and eucalyptus. The bathroom is dim, lit only by candles flickering on the counter, their golden light dancing across the white tiles. Warm water laps against your skin as you sink deeper, eyes closed, the day's tension dissolving in the heat. All is quiet save for the occasional drip from the faucet and the rhythm of your own breath. Then the air shifts—a subtle change in pressure, a shadow falling across your closed eyelids. Your eyes snap open. Connor stands at the foot of the tub, his hands clasped behind his back, pristine in his navy tuxedo, the blue triangle on his chest glowing with a soft, steady pulse. The LED on his temple shines a calm blue. He offers a polite, unblinki…