A glimpse of dawn~ connor x reader dbh

10

My eyes float to meet where he is looking, and I see a tall man sitting patiently in our interrogation room. The small one though, were guests come in and make reports. Not the massive, white room where we take deviants.

I turn back to the two boys, „Okay? It's a guy." Hank sighs, rolling his eyes. The creases around his eyes are darker then normal, signaling his lack of sleep. „Y/N, that is a 27 year old, pretty rich boy. We have to take him seriously, or else we got complaints riding up our assholes. Not off to a great start when our coworker takes 30 minutes to get here."

I place my stuff down on my desk, sighing. Trying not to collapse inside, the stress piling up within me, I can only mutter a few words. „Im sorry, okay? My car broke down this morning and its going to take my entire paycheck to replace the fucking tire. My mind hasn't been in the best place either. I'm having weird dreams, so Ive just had a rough time lately."

I hear the old man shift awkwardly behind me, letting out a huge breath. He seems to get the message, and doesn't say another words as I settle my stuff down into its rightful places. swiftly putting everything down, I turn around and try to straighten out my clothes to look as presentable as possible.

„Okay, Im ready."

Walking into the room, I feel the air change. It isn't stiff, but it is simply.. uncomfortable. The man, tall with blonde hair, fluffy and cascading over his eyebrows like waves. Bright green eyes that could pierce glass, slight muscles that seem to be stronger then they look. Jawline sharp, smile warm. Conventionally attractive, thats what he is.

I sit down into my chair, opposite side from the man. Hank sits next to me, and Connor decides to remain standing. His presence looms over me, and it feels like his demeanor has changed too. When I glance up at his face, he seems almost.. bitter.

„Hello mister..?" I start out, flipping through my notepad unable to find his name. I cross my legs, leaning my body weight against the table. „Nicholas, Nicholas Thompson." His smile echoes, teeth white. I fully observe him, taking in his sharp outfit and gold jewelry. „Right, Mr.Thompson-„

„Call me Nicholas."

I am taken aback, trying to get through the questions and his friendly responses snapping back. „Sure, Okay." I continue, „Nicholas, why exactly are you here today?" Hank settles into his seat beside me, and I notice his eyes are slim like Connors. These two are not a fan.

„Right, well officer," His voice is smooth, almost seductive. His eye contact surprises me, his eyes piercing through my own. „My android Sara, she has been disobeying me lately."

I expect more, but when he doesn't continue, I decide to do it for him. „Such as?"

„She has been refusing to do our laundry-„ I quickly interject, „Our? Does someone else live with you?"

Nicholas seems to shutter, his demeanor faltering. „Yes... I have another android. An AP600, Lilith." I nod my head, writing it down in my notepad, „You may continue sir." „Sara has been refusing to do the tasks I ask her too, and I have noticed a few of my kitchen knifes have gone missing. I don't feel.. personally threatened, but she does seem to be becoming a threat."

I pause for a moment, „Then why are you here if you don't feel threatened?"

I hear Connor shuffle behind me, and I notice a reflection of his LED through the glass window turn yellow. „Well, I mean, I feel like I could fend her off myself." Nicholas responds, pointing to his arms. I only stare, silent. What the hell does this guy think he is doing?