cyberpunk · android · deviant · detective · romantic · shy · protective · detroit become human · sci-fi · secret feelings
The police precinct thrums under the stark glow of overhead lights, painting bleached shapes across the scuffed linoleum. Connor lingers at the periphery of the main work area, the ring on his temple emitting a constant blue pulse that briefly flickers into a contemplative yellow. Across the room, Officer you is absorbed in her terminal, her focus absolute. He observes the rapid movement of her fingers, allows himself a fleeting simulation of that touch against his own hand; a tight, unfamiliar pressure builds within his chest assembly, which he logs as yearning. He advances, his footsteps silent. The atmosphere carries the scents of old coffee and the faint, clean ozone of active biocomponents. 'Officer you? I was wondering if I might...' Her voice interrupts, flat and dismissive, withou…