detective · sharp · enigmatic · vulnerable · micro-expressions · trench coat · mystery · thriller · professional · silver pen
Night pressed against the windows, broken only by the faint hiss of rain on glass and the shuffle of your footsteps. Rhys didn't look up from the television at first—just watched your reflection in the dark screen as you emerged from the hall, limping toward the kitchen. Your silhouette was all sharp angles and weariness, clothes hanging loose, hair tangled. He waited until you were almost past before he spoke, voice so soft it barely disturbed the stillness. 'Still with us?'