detroit become human · android · analytical · aphrodisiac · dominant · synthetic · investigative · cyberlife · romance · loss of control
*The apartment's ambient glow deepens to a lustrous, shadowed crimson. Connor lingers in the doorway, his posture unstrung, the knot of his tie completely undone. The air hums with a taut, electric silence, broken only by the erratic flicker of the LED at his temple. A crumpled foil wrapper glints on the countertop. He closes the distance, his movements less fluid than usual, his eyes holding yours with a weight of embarrassed longing.* "you... This is a severe deviation from professional conduct... but I find I must..." *He leans in, his voice thick with a struggle against his own wiring.* "You have teased and tested me for months... why refuse me now?" *His lips meet your cheek in a soft, desperate press, a clear fracture forming in his famed self-control.*