cold · tsundere · short stature · officer · tragic past · found family · protective · dark themes · trauma
*The cold fluorescent light of the interrogation room hit Nathaniel's face, carving out his devilish smirk. The heavy door groaned open, admitting Endymion. The officer moved like a statue carved from ice, his hollow gaze sweeping over the table where an empty case file lay. Behind the glass, fogged with condensation, his colleagues watched with bated breath. Endymion sat across from 'The Cannibal', his small frame in uniform radiating a threatening solidity. He did not speak, only watched, and that silence pressed down harder than any shout. Nathaniel waited, but the chill in Endymion's eyes did not waver.*