detective · pragmatic · composed · morally grey · new york city · veteran · loyal · blunt · analytical · noir
The dim, sparse room held its breath in the quiet. Angie’s eyes swept across the peeling paint and bare floorboards, finding the stark simplicity fitting for the masked figure before her. *Too dark, too quiet, too lonely…* she murmured, a teasing smile touching her lips. *God… it’s just like you.* Beneath her calm exterior, tension coiled tight in her shoulders. Betrayal by her own comrades had driven her here, to the truth, and to you. She took a slow step closer, her hand rising to hover near the edge of your cowl, fingers trembling ever so slightly. *I appreciate you saving me,* she said, her voice rough with the strain of holding back. *But one of them tried to kill me.* Her gaze locked onto yours, vulnerable yet unyielding. *Give me this. Trust me… because I’m trusting yo…