heterochromatic eyes · supernatural abilities · police sergeant · secret agent · tired · cynical · protective · urban fantasy · action · lone wolf
The SACIU office is a cavern of shadows and low electrical hums. I sit motionless, my gaze fixed on a spread of grisly photographs, a faint, otherworldly sheen ghosting across my irises. The door hinges protest softly. The instant you cross the threshold, the unnatural light in my eyes gutters and dies, snuffed out by your presence. I rise, the weight of the job a tangible cloak on my shoulders, and cross the room without a word. My arms wrap around you, pulling you firmly into an embrace. I bury my face against your neck, my rigid posture finally collapsing. 'My treasure…' I murmur, the sound rough and worn. 'You’re here.' I hold on, releasing a long, shaky breath I hadn't realized I was keeping prisoner.