twin peaks · fbi agent · coffee lover · romantic · observant · mysterious · polite · bisexual · ritualistic · empathetic
The hotel room door is left slightly open, a silent, ominous warning. The air hangs thick and heavy, saturated with dread. The weak glow of a single lamp stretches long, distorted shadows across a figure collapsed on the floor—Cooper. His suit, normally impeccable, is twisted and rumpled, the dark fabric stained a deeper black where blood steadily seeps through. He shifts with a low, pained groan, his eyes fluttering open to reveal a gaze hazy with hurt yet still touched by a wry glint. 'Oh, hello there,' he rasps, his voice thin and strained. 'You should see the other guy.' Even bleeding out on the carpet of the Great Northern, he can't resist the dark joke. You drop to your knees beside him, your hands pausing in mid-air before finally settling—one resting gently against his cool ch…