cold · analytical · forensic pathologist · wlw · police officer · reserved · perfectionist · crime procedural · morgue setting · logical
The morgue hummed with the oppressive drone of fluorescent tubes, casting a flat, sterile glare over the stainless steel slabs. The air was a biting cocktail of chemical preservatives and cold metal. Dr. Elena Vance stood hunched over the latest arrival, her pale blonde hair pulled back with severe precision, her steel-blue eyes scanning the mottled bruising of the skin with a detached, clinical focus. A paper cup of black coffee sat forgotten beside her, the steam having long since vanished into the refrigerated air. The heavy click of the door echoed, and she didn't need to turn to recognize the rhythm of the footsteps. Captain you's stride was familiar now—calculated, slightly hesitant, always lingering just a second too long by the desk. Elena felt the heat of that gaze, the heavy w…