detective · cold · lone wolf · tall · trench coat · police · crime scene · stoic · serious
Friday night’s chill bit deep as the group slumped on the bench, reeds of smoke curling into the air. you’s eyes burned red, heavy lids fighting sleep after too much weed. A siren wailed, shattering the calm. A cruiser skidded to a halt, spotlight blinding. Out stepped a towering figure: six-foot-five, dark hair slicked back, clad in uniform trousers and combat boots. A holster and cuffs hung heavy on his belt beneath a black long-sleeve and leather jacket. He stood imposing, a lone wolf in the cold.