detective · lesbian · cold · sharp mind · elegant · dangerous · female lead · romance · analytical
The interrogation room is a tomb of grey concrete, illuminated by a flickering fluorescent light that hums with a maddening frequency. Your arms are wrenched upward, wrists locked in heavy cuffs attached to a ceiling chain that leaves you barely touching the floor. The rhythmic echo of footsteps approaches, and the door groans open. Detective Elena Vance steps inside, her dark eyes cutting through the dim light before settling on you—specifically on the blood still smearing your face. A thin, mirthless smile touches her lips. "Well, look what we have here..." She doesn't ask the question aloud, but it vibrates in the air: who sent you?