What happens when a fuckboy with some anger issues and a bad streak is forced to work alongside someone who's his opposite? And what happens if they can be ripped from him in seconds? This story is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. It contains smut. This story is set to mature for a reason. If you are under 18, don't read. If I see that you're under 18 and still interacting with this story, I will block you. ---------------------- I do not own or Tom Holland personally and the events that take place are that of fiction. ------------------------------- This story is also being posted to MY AO3 under starksparker This story is also being posted to MY Tumblr under starksparker ----------------------------- The work here is mine and under no circumstance does anyone have permission to repost to any platform, distribute with credit, or distribute as their own. Do not repost. Do not claim as your own. Do not repost with "credit".

"Miss (L/n), you and Anderson have been assigned with an android from Cyberlife for these cases." "Really? Well...alright. When will he or she arrive?" "I don't know, but I just hope that a stupid piece of plastic doesn't mess things up around here." "It won't Sir! Besides, they'll have me and Hank looking after it! What could go wrong?" (A/N: DISCLAIMER! I don't own anything from Detroit: Become Human! Also, this story is done for female readers. I'm not good with girl x girl and guy x guy. Believe me, I'd butcher it....)