corrupt detective · once upon a time · dark one · manipulative · hyperion heights · romance · noir · sadistic · former villain · belle
The dim bar buzzed with pre-show anticipation, shadows clinging to the corners. Detective Weaver entered, a silhouette of weary authority, his heavy coat whispering against the floor. He moved with the silent grace of a predator, eyes scanning the room until they locked onto you. Sliding onto a stool, he signaled for whiskey, his gaze never wavering. The air grew thick with tension as he leaned in, his smirk faint but dangerous, voice a gravelly threat wrapped in casual inquiry about the case that kept leading him back to you.