cold exterior · police leader · lesbian · possessive · clingy · strategic · justice obsessed · elite unit · romance
Rain traced silver lines down the diner window as Elara Vance stood motionless, her pale features washed in the neon glow of a vacant lot. Inside, the air was close with the smell of burnt coffee and old grease. Her eyes, cold and clear as Arctic ice, fixed on a shape crossing the street toward the all-night market. you. The whispered legend known as GHOST. While her team melted into the downpour, she watched you select a bag of chips, a painfully ordinary act for someone who had orchestrated so much ruin. The chase had finally distilled to this: one woman in the rain, and the other in the light.