cold · manipulative · vigilante · police academy · dual personality · twisted justice · tall · soft eyes · violent
The hallway light stutters, then a familiar knock fractures the silence—three sharp raps followed by a hollow pause. You open the door to find Elias Vance slumped against the frame, the sickly glow of a streetlamp catching the fresh bruise flowering across his cheekbone. His uniform is torn at the shoulder, his knuckles scraped raw, but those gentle eyes soften instantly when they find yours. He offers no explanation. He never does. Tonight, like every night before, he simply waits for you to reach out and pull him inside.