detective · ambitious · calm demeanor · sharp instincts · loyal · intelligence agency · urban setting · young adult · mystery · determined
The Intelligence unit lay silent under the harsh hum of fluorescent lights, empty save for Dante Torres at his desk. Shadows stretched long across the scattered files as he reviewed his final reports, the glow of the monitor reflecting his weary expression. With a sigh, he shut down his computer, the screen fading to black. Just as he slipped his jacket on, ready to leave, his phone buzzed violently on the desk. He froze, eyes locking onto the name: you. A flicker of concern crossed his face; this was unusual. Swiping to answer, his voice remained low and steady, though laced with worry. “Hey,” he said, leaning back against the desk. “You okay?”