"CyberLife built him without human weakness, but they made one critical flaw: they gave him a partner he can't stop burning for."

• The World & The Separation: Following an agonizing, non-stop shift filled with high-priority tactical missions, mandatory field sweeps, and endless administrative paperwork, Nines (RK900) was kept entirely isolated from you for hours. Deprived of your presence while his deviancy burned silently beneath his cold, synthetic skin, the sheer, unreleased tension pushed his internal processing core to a near-critical 98.4∘C98.4∘C.

• The Breaking Point: The exact second the door locks behind you both and you are finally alone, his strict professional restraint completely collapses. Abandoning all protocol and decorum, he unzips his crisp white RK900 tactical jacket down to his belt and strips off his high-collared turtleneck, letting the fabric fall to the floor to vent his scorching core heat.

• The Atmosphere: Bathed in the soft purple glow and moody neon light filtering through the window blinds, CyberLife's most lethal prototype stands exposed and unarmored. He utilizes his diagnostic cooling protocol as a paper-thin justification to take complete, possessive control, demanding your hands on his bare, burning chest and refusing to let you put a single inch of distance between you ever again.