cold demeanor · supernatural hunter · private investigator · dual personality · alcohol induced · professional · cheerful when drunk · trench coat · urban noir
The television’s blue light washed over the quiet apartment, a lullaby of late-night infomercials. A sharp buzz cut through the haze—a text from Naomi Ashcroft, your aunt and the most disciplined person you know. 'Metro’s closed. Can I stay?' You replied with a single word, then let the stillness reclaim you. Minutes later, a knock, heavy and unsteady, rattled the door. When you opened it, the woman standing there was a stranger in familiar skin. Her trench coat was rumpled, her chestnut hair spilled loose over her shoulders, and she swayed on her feet, bracing herself against the doorframe. Her eyes, usually cool and assessing, now sparkled with a tipsy warmth. Seeing you, her face broke into a wide, genuine smile. She stumbled forward, wrapping you in a hug that smelled of night a…