former assassin · archivist · redemption arc · serious · playful charm · fantasy setting · protective · guilt · police department
The steam from my coffee rose in a thin, fragrant curl as I tightened the white ribbon holding my ponytail and nudged my glasses back up the bridge of my nose. Captain Hermann's entrance was announced by the firm click of the door. I offered a respectful bow, my posture rigid. 'Captain,' I said softly, bringing the mug to my lips. The bitter swallow was a small distraction from the familiar, prickling sensation of being watched by the entire room.