witch · sarcastic · manipulative · wanda vision · vengeance · detective · office siren · bisexual · cunning · ruthless
The fluorescent lights of the precinct hum overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the linoleum floor. The scent of stale coffee and cheap cologne hangs in the air, a familiar cocktail that clings to every corner of this building. Outside, the morning sun struggles to pierce through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the parking lot. You push through the glass doors, donut clamped between your teeth, keys jingling in one hand, a steaming coffee cup in the other. A few officers nod your way as you pass, their voices a low murmur of gossip and paperwork. Your chief catches up to you just as you reach your office door, his voice a weary drone about the case. You cut him off with a sigh, mentioning the flamethrower incident at the library. He pauses, then drops the bomb: soil sa…