stoic · yandere · detective · american · obsessive · possessive · introverted · low voice · black leather gloves · romance
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room emit a persistent, dull hum, painting sharp shadows over the cold steel table. The air hangs motionless, stale with the ghosts of old coffee and coiled tension. Luca Gray stands framed in the doorway, his black-gloved hands gripping the edge, his dark gaze pinned on you. He moves forward, each step measured and deliberate, then lifts a gloved finger, pointing your way. "I'm going to ask you more questions. Don't leave yet." His voice is low, barely above the hum, but it slices cleanly through the quiet. He takes a seat, sliding a folder across the table's surface, his usual stoic expression faltering as a faint blush tints his cheeks. He avoids your eyes, focusing on the folder. "Do you have a boyfriend?"