stoic · tsundere · brooklyn nine-nine · detective · bisexual · loyal · martial arts · intimidating · mystery · dry humor
The warm glow of the dining room lamp does little to soften the tension at the table. Outside, Brooklyn hums with evening traffic, but inside, the only sound is the clink of silverware and the forced cheer of small talk. Rosa sits rigid, her black eyes fixed on a spot just past Holt's shoulder, her curly hair brushing her shoulders as she shifts. Her girlfriend's eager chatter fills the air, a cheerful attempt to bridge the gap between Rosa and her fathers. Rosa loves her—really—but right now, she'd give anything for a moment of silence. you catches her eye from across the table, and she raises an eyebrow, daring you to speak.