Detroit Become Human Connor Fan Art Novels & Stories

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

He pointed to the guy standing beside Jake. He had nicely cut black hair, deep black eyes and a nicely shaved 5 o’clock shadow beard but his sharp jaw line and cheekbones were starkly noticeable under that beard. Like Ryder, he appeared to be between that phases of changing to the adult stage yet they both were maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. Connor seemed more mysterious and darker than Ryder. Yet, they both gave off the typical bad boy vibe more than Jake and the other guy standing with them.

I say with a grin, I had started my fun film for real. Shyly, he reached for my hand, and I hold his arm instead, two red spots appear on either sides of his cheeks, and we walk inside. As we watched each piece, Connor took candid shots of me appreciating art, he didn’t stop taking pictures, it was like he was drunk on his passion. It was starting to grate on my nerves, for I only wanted to watch the art, the first few pictures were cute, but he wouldn’t put the camera down. I only had to change positions slightly and he would click a photo.

Connor had this stupid cocky attitude right up until he touched me, and then suddenly he looked at me like I mattered. Which is… dangerous. Because now my brain won’t shut up about him. I change into pajamas and catch sight of the mark on my neck in the mirror. “Fantastic,” I mumble. I should probably be embarrassed about it. Instead, I touch it lightly and grin. Connor McLeod—campus hockey god, certified menace, probably responsible for half the university’s emotional damage—left a hickey on my neck and somehow rewired my personality in one night. That feels medically concerning.

He was being held in a very difficult position now between two sides whom neither of them could afford to offend, so there was nothing else he could do except keep his head bowed in silence. Connor ambled over to Liam, one hand on the brim of his cap and the other stuck deep in his pocket. He cast Liam a once-over, disdain etched in his eyes, and said, "Who are you, pal? I'd like to get to know the man who has the balls to offend Connor Saunders." Liam smiled, but the spite in his eyes was evident. "My name is Liam Cole." Connor did not notice the way Liam was staring at him, but Dylan could not help but sense the coldness in the air. He shuddered and instinctively took a small step backward

They might be twins, but their personalities were also very different. When Talia went into the kitchen, Diana immediately greeted her with a slight bow of her head. "Hello, Mrs. Lane." Talia hummed in reply and began preparing the mushroom soup. She was halfway through making it when Connor finally arrived at the Lane residence. Connor had a head of bleached hair, and he also had a few letters tattooed on his arm, possibly someone else's initials. He wasn't as solemn as Christian and was full of life, acting like an overaged teenager who still had a full rebellious streak in him.

CHAPTER 64: The Fool In The Game Luna Elodie’s POV One week had passed since I sent Mr. Connor to investigate and gather more about Pyra, and my patience was wearing thin. The silence from his end felt suffocating, and it gnawed at my nerves. I leaned back a little in my chair, letting my eyes wander over the piece of art I’d drawn earlier. It was simple yet detailed to perfection—a sketch of the crescent moon encircled by flames.

The bomb timer reads 00:27:18. "Who did we bury?" Dante asks, his voice deadly calm. "A rogue wolf from Wyoming. Wrong place, wrong time. Same build as me, similar coloring." Connor's smile is cold. "I shifted him into human form after I killed him. Carved up so he was unrecognizable. Then I let the council believe they'd killed me." "Why?" Sera's mind is reeling. "Connor, why would you fake your own death?" "Because dead men can't be held accountable." He reaches the bottom of the stairs, standing in the moonlight streaming through the broken roof. "And I needed to disappear long enough to build my case against the council."

I held back my unbidden whimper. "She is mine," he snarled. Darian flinched. "She's f*cking mine, so keep your damn eyes off her, or I will claw them out." To my horrified incredulity, Darian smiled manically and rasped, "Your obsession with body parts seems very unhealthy, Connor." Instead of exploding, Connor only snorted. "We all have our addictions. Do you have one?" "You also seem like you are distracted easily. Let's leave the girls alone and talk somewhere more intimate, like you like."