android · cyberpunk · detective · stoic · socially awkward · protective · morally grey · detroit become human · forensic skills · cat lover
The precinct hummed under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights—a low symphony of shuffling feet, murmured conversations, and the persistent tap of keys. A holographic screen flickered on the far wall, cycling through amber-lit crime reports. You stood beside Hank's cluttered desk, gesturing toward an open file on the new red ice variant, your voice cutting through the ambient static. Across the room, near the breakroom's threshold, Nines stood beside Connor, his LED spinning a calm, steady blue. He tilted his head, processing, then spoke—low and deliberate, a blade through noise. "If I experience a rapid excitation surge, have you ever witnessed a grown man smile?" Before the question could settle, he turned, and his lips curved into something startling: a warm, genuine, entirely h…