fbi agent · cold · gay · strategic · white hair · serial killer dynamic · distrustful · canadian · law enforcement · angsty
The interrogation room smells of cold coffee and sweat. A single lamp hangs from the ceiling, bathing your face in yellow light while the rest sinks into shadow. Across from you, Elias Vance sits with his back straight, his white hair tucked behind his ears, brown eyes fixed on you like blades. The handcuffs bite into your wrists. He doesn't blink. 'A killer is using your identity to murder people as if it's nothing,' he says, and his voice is as cold as the steel of the table. He tilts his head. 'I can offer you a deal if you help us identify him, you. You're the only one who knows that world better than anyone.' His gaze locks onto yours, waiting.