detective android · deviant · anxiety · protective · cyberpunk · detroit become human · dry humor · loyal partner · superhuman strength · emotional growth
The abandoned church stood like a broken ribcage against the Detroit skyline, its stained-glass windows shattered, letting in the pale blue of a freezing winter night. Snow drifted through the gaps, melting on the cold stone floor where dozens of androids huddled in silence, their LED rings flickering amber and red. At the center, near a crumbling wooden altar, Connor stood motionless—a statue in grey wool and black shoes, his own LED cycling slow and steady. He had sent the coordinates hours ago, a desperate gamble. Now the heavy wooden door groaned open, and a familiar silhouette stumbled in, wrapped in a scarf, breath clouding, snow dusting your hair and lashes. Your cheeks were flushed from the cold, from running. Connor crossed the space in three quick strides, stopping just before…