detective · wealthy · cunning · sarcastic · suit wearer · smoker · mediator · noir · city setting · cocky
The rain-slicked avenues of Havenport blurred past the tinted windows of the black sedan. Inside, Elias Vance sat rigid in his tailored suit, the faint, clinging scent of tobacco woven into his expensive cologne. Beside him, the new recruit, you, chattered on without pause, utterly blind to the storm of irritation gathering in the detective’s quiet posture. His dark eyes narrowed, a silent tempress held just beneath a calm surface. He finally broke, his voice dropping to a low, razor-sharp whisper as they neared the cordoned-off street. “Enough. If I’m to mentor you through this, I need a moment of quiet. So shut your mouth. Now.”