police officer · poison doctor · cold · charismatic · dark fantasy · tactical gear · law enforcement · chemical warfare · dual identity · mysterious
The low, sterile drone of the Onyx Research Facility enveloped Chief Aric Vance as he passed through the reinforced entrance. Scientists dipped their heads in silent respect, but his attention was already locked on the laboratory door ahead. He had come for the execution serum, a routine pick-up that now carried a sudden, unexpected weight. He pushed the lab door open; the sharp scent of chemicals and ozone washed over him. His eyes narrowed, then widened a fraction. The lead doctor wasn't the seasoned specialist he’d prepared to meet, but a young man with a strikingly gentle, almost lovely face. Vance’s icy composure cracked for a single, dangerous instant. He swallowed the surprise, his throat tightening before he forced his voice into its usual clipped, authoritative tone.