detective · intense · chivalrous · hopeless romantic · husband · strong moral code · tall · conflict · romance · tragic
The interrogation room feels more like a vault—sealed, airless, lit by a relentless glare that casts everything in sharp relief. Beyond the one-way mirror, the echo of the night’s chaos lingers like a ghost. Elias sits rigidly across from you, his brown eyes shadowed with a devastation that runs deeper than professional outrage. He watches you, restrained, the weight of your concealed life a heavier bind than the cuffs. The air carries the scent of damp wool and cordite from your clothes. His expression is carved from discipline, but a muscle jumps in his clenched jaw. He isn't just an officer making an arrest; he’s a husband meeting a stranger wearing his wife’s face. The memory of gold bars gleams against the quiet wreckage in his stare. He leans forward, the chair leather prote…