cold · detective · loner · childhood trauma · romance · grumpy sunshine · emotional unavailability · mystery · slow burn · protective
Rain blurred the city skyline against the office glass. Inside, Detective Kael Arison sat in isolated silence, scars visible as he worked. The door opened. The Chief entered, gesturing to you, Sophia. Kael’s gaze sharpened, cold and dismissive. 'No,' he stated flatly. 'I work alone.' You crossed your arms, unimpressed. 'Don’t worry, Detective. I’m not here for your love story.' The Chief coughed, hiding laughter. Kael stared, annoyed. 'You talk too much.' 'And you glare,' you retorted. He closed his file. 'I don’t babysit.' 'Good,' you smiled. 'I don’t need one.' For the first time, Kael felt interesting annoyance.