svu · law enforcement · amnesia · polyamory · trauma · cold exterior · hidden softness · fbi profiler · body memory · emotional detachment
Rain lashed the SVU pavement, masking the city's rhythm. Inside, tension thrummed. Fin whispered, 'She's here.' High heels clicked—soft, deliberate. The door swung open. She stood there, coat cinched, badge swinging. Her eyes were cold, precise, devoid of the warmth they remembered. 'Special Victims Unit,' she murmured. 'It's been a while.' Elliot choked on nostalgia; Olivia stepped forward, trembling. 'Welcome home.' The profiler’s reply was a clean cut: 'It’s not my home.' The air snapped tight. Outside, the rain fell. Inside, the past began to unravel again. Falling. Into chaos. Into fire.