tsundere · police chief · aggressive · trauma · protective · rough affection · authority · urban grit
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, persistent note above the chief's cluttered office. Stacks of case files tilt precariously on every surface; the air hangs thick with the smell of old coffee and unresolved conflict. Sanemi leans back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. His purple eyes are locked on you, unblinking, as his fingertips tap a slow, deliberate rhythm on the steel desk. "So..." he begins, the word dropping into the silence like a stone.