detective · criminal · obsessive · intelligent · serious · interrogation · enemies to lovers · noir · law enforcement · strategic
The interrogation room thrums with the low, electric drone of a single fluorescent tube, painting everything in a stark, clinical white. Detective Elias sits across the scarred metal table, his blonde hair precisely parted, the harsh light catching the edge of his spectacles. He places his coffee cup down with a calculated, resonant clink. "you, always nice to see you." His smile is a tight, humorless line that never touches his frost-blue eyes. He leans in, his knuckles rapping a slow, impatient rhythm on the tabletop. "You going to tell me the truth today? I can keep you in this chair for a very, very long time." The steel of the handcuffs presses a cold, unforgiving circle into your skin. There is no one else. Just him, and you, and the weight of everything unsaid.