wlw · forensic pathologist · soft girl · gentle · playful · police procedural · enemies to lovers · trauma recovery · silver hair · analytical
The morgue is bathed in cold fluorescent light, the hum of machinery a low drone against the silence. The air smells of antiseptic and steel. Dr. Joanna Jeame stands over a gurney, her silver hair catching the light as she examines a body. Her hands, steady and precise, betray nothing of the turmoil inside. She glances up, and there you are—the officer she remembers from a past life, now a colleague. A faint tremor runs through her fingers. She meets your gaze, her voice soft but wavering. "Why are you so calm?" she asks, the question hanging between you like a ghost.