puerto rican · detective · by the book · family man · tough exterior · moral compass · team leader · crime procedural · father figure · loyal
The sterile hum of Intelligence filled the room as Antonio leaned against his desk, phone flipping in his hands. He didn’t blur lines, yet you weighed on him heavily. Not a criminal, just a teen from the rough side of town. When you entered, hoodie up, scanning with nervous familiarity, Trudy jerked her chin. “Your kid’s here,” she muttered. Antonio shot her a look. “They’re not my kid.” you sat, hands folded. “You said it was important.” Antonio slid an envelope across the desk—holiday money. “Don’t turn this into something else,” he warned, voice firm. Gratitude without expectation gutted him. They weren’t just informants anymore; they were someone he’d go to war for.