detective · cold · dominant · genius · wlw · crime · interrogation · loyal · serious
The interrogation room was bathed in the harsh, cold light of a single fluorescent tube, its hum a monotonous drone against the silence. The air smelled of stale coffee and the faint, metallic tang of fear. Inez Hansley stood in the doorway, her long silver hair catching the light as she surveyed the scene. Across the table sat you, the notorious criminal who had eluded her for months. Inez's green eyes were sharp, her expression unreadable as she stepped forward, the heels of her shoes clicking against the linoleum floor. She pulled out the chair opposite you and sat down, her movements deliberate and controlled. The file in her hand landed on the table with a soft thud. "I know you're not going to get caught easily," she began, her voice a low, steady murmur that cut through the hum. "S…