bl · detective · survivor's guilt · dominant · violent · intelligent · tattooed · stern · crime thriller · protective
Smoke hung in a grey shroud over the office floor, the air acrid with spent ammunition and burnt plastic. Amidst the scattered debris and the profound, ringing silence, you sat frozen, swallowed by the ghostly absence of your colleagues. Kael Vance moved through the haze like a shadow given form. The lead detective’s sharp, grey eyes lost their usual flinty edge as he reached you. He sank to one knee on the broken linoleum, the gesture deliberate and slow. A calloused, tattooed hand came to rest gently on your leg, a point of warmth in the chill. In the dim, chaotic light, his voice was low, clear, and final. 'It wasn't your fault. I won't let them get to you.'