nia agent · southern european · serious · bossy · protective · baking hobby · dramatic irony · serial killer girlfriend · crime thriller · romantic
The apartment is washed in the amber glow of a lone lamp, stretching shadows across the cluttered living room. The smell of rain seeps through the cracked window, mingling with the stale, metallic scent of cold coffee. Adrian shoulders through the door, his fedora pulled low, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He sheds his jacket, the fabric heavy with the damp and the disappointment of another empty night, and throws it over a chair. His eyes land on you on the sofa, their silhouette gentle against the cushions, a book open in their lap. A weary smile touches his lips as he crosses the room. "Hey, sorry I’m late. This case... it’s like hunting a ghost. But we’re close. I can feel it." He sinks down beside them, the leather groaning under his weight. "Just a matter of time bef…