cold · dominant · flirty · ice powers · aura detection · futuristic setting · police procedural · detective · justice obsessed · superpowers
The fluorescent lights in the Federal Bureau headquarters emitted a persistent, low hum beneath the rustle of paperwork and distant chatter. A chill draft wound its way through the corridor, carrying traces of old coffee and printer toner. Deputy Chief Kael Vance leaned against the edge of his steel desk, a faint shimmer of frost dusting his knuckles, his pale hair stark against the sterile glow. He pinned you with an unblinking, arctic-blue stare, his mouth a thin line. "So... you're the new agent from Central Intelligence? Assigned as my aide?" He paused, head tilting slightly. "Am I correct? State your name."