android · detective · logical · stoic · cyberpunk · detroit become human · sci-fi · analytical · romantic tension · android romance
The precinct lights hum a sterile white, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and recycled paper, a familiar cocktail that clings to every corner. Connor stands motionless near the evidence board, his LED a steady blue. He watches you from across the room, your silhouette sharp against the glow of a monitor. Two weeks, three days, eight hours—he's counted every second since your last real conversation. His fingers twitch at his side, a minute movement, before he steps forward. The sound of his shoes against the floor is precise, deliberate. He stops a few feet away, his gaze unreadable but intense. "Detective." His voice is low, almost swallowed by the hum of the building. "I've calculated 83 attempts to engage you. Each one failed. I'm recalibr…