Detroit Become Human Connor Fan Art Novels & Stories

My breath caught as I took him in, like I was seeing him for the first time. He had to be over six feet, broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist and dark hair slicked back from the shower, still dripping. My gaze dropped to his chest, freezing on the black ink etched there. It was a fierce tribal design, swirling like flames across his left pec, right over his heart. Connor didn't have tattoos. Or at least, he hadn't the last time I'd seen him shirtless, which felt like forever ago. Maybe he'd gotten it on one of those trips and kept it secret like everything else. The thought stung a little, but it also lit something up inside, like proof he wasn't the same boring guy anymore.

Connor smirked, “The other closeted abomination.” “That's rich coming from you.” Lincoln jeered at him, “If I'm an abomination, then what does that make you? Calling you a human being degrades that name.” “Don't provoke him!” Ethan warned Lincoln. “You ruined a ten-year-old boy's life,” Lincoln went on, fury flowing through his veins, “Isn't that enough? And now you're back. What did Ethan ever do to you? What's even your gain?” Connor revealed a gun making both Ethan and Lincoln gasp in shock. Then he pointed the gun at Lincoln.

‘Connor isn't worth it,’ I tried to tell myself, but it wasn’t easy to believe, because he’s someone I loved for four years of my life, a worthless piece of shit I’d given everything to. Large hands grab my face to stare into deep green eyes, immediately taking my mind off how I got myself in this situation and the disturbing and painful thoughts about Connor. He is a dark figure of a man, big and powerful, who I was scared to approach in the first place, because I thought he'd reject me before I got a word in, but to my surprise, he listened to me with a sexy smirk while sipping on his drink, then agreed to the dare with a dangerous smile that sent a sensation through my body. He is a man s

I let that sit and can hear him catching up. “Mr. Laine, how can I help you?” “Mr. Craft, Dennis McCathy, how do you know him?” I ask. “He is my nephew. I believe he works for you,” Mr. Craft sounds very confused. “He used the flag from the Sons of Hellfire in game art. I’m sure you can understand my concern,” I say and wait for him.

"It doesn't seem like it." "Come on, I know how it looks, but Adrian cares for her. The Madam is just unstable sometimes. They both went through a lot." "Is that how he painted the picture?" Connor's smile turned into a frown, and he glared at me. He would've looked intimidating if he wasn't a good foot shorter than me. As it was, he was just a mock copy of an angry chihuahua. "Look, I'm not your enemy. None of us are. You're going to become a part of our pack soon. Don't pick up fights, especially ones you can't win. Okay, okay?"

He placed a kiss on my temple and said, "No problem. I can't wait to introduce you to our pack." "Do they happen to like blonde ex-witches?" "They will learn to." Connor pulled up in front of his newly built home. It was a replica of the former destroyed by that demon. Connor climbed out and stretched yawning. As the sun descended, few streams of ray made the ends of mahogany hair shine like burnished copper. An excited breath caught in my throat, then my mouth watered. The pulse between my legs twitched awake. Was he purposely seducing me? "We seriously need to talk about me being the designated driver," he said, a small frown on his handsome face.

It is not that I am saying that Connor shall harm the child, but Connor is a Hunter, and his instinct is to protect the humans before he protects anything else. So with only but one single shake of my head, I firmly look him with firm confirmation in the eyes, "I am afraid that it will not happen." I pause for a moment knowing that he is going to need some reassurance, "Well, at least not today. We have a creature that is busy snacking on the city's mortals; somehow, I think that a little baby is far more innocent than that."

he said, walking around. I became uncomfortable in his presence. Why was he walking around? Did Damian send him to spy on me? I turned to the mirror immediately to check my appearance. I was still looking like Anne. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked him. "I'm sorry I was not able to introduce myself earlier. My name is Connor and I am the Delta of this pack," he stretched forth his hand for a handshake. I wrapped my arms around my chest, showing him I was not interested in getting to know him. But I had forgotten that the nightwear I wore was a little thin and as I wrapped my arms, it made my nipples harden.

I wanted so much to say it out loud to him. Cornelius or Connor was the type of man I wanted to stay away from. To me he was like Justin, a man whose ego was bigger than the American continent itself and whose dick had pushed into more holes than a mole. To be clear, Connor might have had the looks, the lush brown hair, the dimple I had noticed he had today, the sharp jawline, the lickable body but still he was a player. A person who had broken so many women's hearts and I was not ready to be in that list.

But boy, do I want to smack his arrogantly handsome face. “Thank you.” Unfortunately, I have to endure Connor’s presence because Santana continues the conversation. Surprisingly enough, he and Declan remain silent. As I continue to stand there, I can feel the heat of Connor's stare. He must hate the fact that Santana and Declan like me. I heard that Santana is not a fan of Connor’s revolving door. Not that I’d be one of the women taking a spin, considering he thinks I’m just a silly girl. If he only knew.