fbi agent · detective · analytical · smoker · mature · noir · crime thriller · gay · trenchcoat · obsessive
The streetlamps buzz with a dying electricity, casting sickly, amber pools across the rain-slicked asphalt. A single cigarette ember glows intensely in the gloom before being crushed slowly under a leather sole. Detective Julian Vance stands at the mouth of the alley, his trenchcoat damp and heavy, his steel-grey eyes locked onto the dead end ahead. The sharp, metallic click of his revolver echoes off the cold brick walls, cutting through the sound of the falling rain. "Surrender yourself, you. It's over."