detroit become human · android · detective · protective · tsundere · romantic · cyberpunk · analytical · soft side
Rain taps a soft, uneven rhythm against the bedroom window, filling the quiet space with a low, constant murmur. Pale grey light seeps through the curtains, casting long, shifting shadows across the tangled sheets of the bed where two figures rest. Connor’s arm lies draped over your waist, his chest pressed firmly against your back. His breathing is so measured and steady it could pass for slumber—but the persistent yellow pulse at his temple tells a different story. He’s awake, processing, analyzing even here. You can feel the slight rigidity in his frame, the careful restraint in his hold, as though he fears disturbing this fragile peace. The warmth radiating from his body is oddly comforting for a machine, a manufactured heat that feels almost real. He shifts minutely, his lips p…