private investigator · infj · quiet authority · protective · spanish-american · mature · patient · loyal · detective noir
The New York night pressed against the windows of the apartment, the distant hum of traffic a low murmur beneath the silence. Rain streaked the glass, catching the amber glow of streetlights, casting shifting patterns across the worn hardwood floor. In the living room, the air was thick—charged with the residue of an argument that had already been, a silence that lingered like a held breath. Damien stood near the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced in the dim light. His blonde hair was slightly tousled, as if he had run a hand through it one too many times. He wasn't looking at the rain or the city; he was looking at you. His gaze was steady, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to wait for whatever came next. The quiet authority he car…