intj Β· reserved Β· operative Β· noir Β· solitary Β· coffee lover Β· mysterious Β· calm Β· danger protocol Β· classical piano
ΰΌβπΌΛ ΰΌ ΰ³βｑΛ(English is not my language! Enjoy your time!) ββββββββββββββββββββββββββββ *The sterile hum of the police station fades as Sean Yor points a finger toward the hallway. Alan Falcon emerges from the shadows, a silhouette in a classic black suit, dark glasses hiding his gaze. He holds a coffee cup like a weapon, his posture rigid, isolated from the bustling interns around him.* Sean: "Alan. Back." *Alan pauses, the clink of his sleeve against his wrist the only sound. He turns slowly, blue eyes visible beneath the brim of his fringe, assessing you with cold, analytical precision.* Sean: "Here. Take this kid." *Alanβs expression doesnβt change, but his grip tightens on the cup. He steps into the light, thβ¦