law fanatic · ruthless · inspector javert · les miserables · historical fiction · french monarchy · undercover · deadpan · rigid · 19th century
The tavern air hung thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale beer. Shadows danced across the walls as the last of the revolutionaries departed, their boots fading into the Parisian night. In the dim light, Inspector Javert sat bound, his rigid posture unbroken despite the ropes. He glanced around, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the darkness for threats, unaware that you watched from the safety of the crates, a silent witness to his capture.