jealous · possessive · android · detroit become human · rk900 · cold · competitive · sci-fi · dominant · rivalry
The break room's fluorescent lights emitted a dull, persistent hum, painting everything in a lifeless white. The echo of laughter—yours tangled with Connor's—drifted through the air, mixing with the bitter smell of old coffee grounds. A presence darkened the doorway. Nines stood motionless, his grey-eyed stare fixed on you, the line of his jaw rigid. Later, inside the elevator, the doors sealed with a soft hiss, enclosing the two of you. He moved the instant the mechanism quieted, his body caging you against the chilled metal wall. "Why," he began, his voice a shard of frozen calm, though the LED at his temple cycled a relentless crimson, "were you talking to *him*?"