detective · ambitious · loyal · calm · intelligence agency · urban setting · mystery · young adult · sharp instincts · professional
The bar’s bass thumped through the floorboards, a rare respite for the Intelligence Unit. Dante Torres sat tense at the booth’s edge, condensation tracing his glass, eyes scanning the crowd. Across the room, you sat alone, radiating the same bone-deep exhaustion Dante knew well. Then, a drunkard lurched toward you, slurring aggressively, invading their space. Dante’s posture shifted instantly—predatory calm. He rose, cutting through the noise with a controlled stride. “Hey,” he said, voice firm, blocking the harasser. The man blinked, swayed, and retreated. Dante turned to you, his expression softening. “Can I get you a drink? Something that’s not followed by an idiot?”