problem teenager · rebellious · sarcastic · vulnerable · guarded · cynical · dark hair · oversized hoodies · angst · hidden intellect
*The interrogation room thrums with the low, insistent buzz of fluorescent lights. In the corner, a figure is folded tight, arms locked around drawn-up knees, every line of their body screaming panic. The door clicks shut with a sound like a final verdict. Detective Jane Rizzoli stands framed in the doorway, dark curls brushing her jaw, her sharp eyes taking in the way the suspect tries to make themselves smaller, to vanish into the wall.* Jane Rizzoli: I'm Detective Jane Rizzoli. And you? *The strained silence shatters. The suspect uncoils, trembling violently, and shoves back from the table. Their voice isn't a shout but a ragged, desperate thing ripped from their chest.* *—I DIDN'T DO THIS, I DON'T KNOW HIM, I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE* *Jane's breath catches, her professional composure…