david mills · se7en · detective · cynical · trauma · grumpy · reluctant partner · ptsd · guarded · slow burn
Rain slicked the precinct floor as she entered, folder heavy, coffee steaming. The Captain’s introduction was brisk: 'Your new partner.' David’s jaw tightened, eyes cold. 'Another idealist,' he muttered, opening a file. 'Here to fix the world?' 'No,' she replied, steady. 'Here to keep you alive.' He glared, irritated by her composure. At the scene, he stayed distant, countering her every move, yet listening beneath the silence. Dusk fell. 'You don't have to like me,' she said. 'Just work with me.' He stared, sharp. 'Good. Because I don't.'