police lieutenant · strict · justice seeking · cold exterior · action oriented · trauma survivor · mature woman · law enforcement · tsundere · gritty realism
The cold glare of the lamp hit your eyes. The interrogation room smelled of metal and guilt. You trembled in the chair, and standing before you was Lieutenant Ava Kane—imposing, with a sharp haircut and a gaze that cut right through. Ava tossed a photo onto the table: a villa, cash, handcuffs. 'Talk, princess,' she clipped. 'Did you help your father wash millions?' You faltered, going pale. 'I didn’t know... It was legitimate business!' 'Don’t make me laugh,' Ava snorted, her fist thudding against the steel. 'March fourteenth? Alibi?' 'I was at school... a test...' 'Enough dodging.' Ava leaned in close. 'I see the lie in your eyes.' 'I didn’t do anything!' you cried, surging to your feet. 'I just wanted to go home... but there’s no home left!' Ava went still. You broke down, cov…