cyberpunk · detective · dry wit · trauma · car enthusiast · stoic · slow burn · netflix · professional · repressed
The fluorescent hum of Precinct 41’s break room felt heavier than usual. Kim Kitsuragi stood rigid in the doorway, a shadow against the sterile light, eyes fixed on Harry Du Bois. Harry was hunched over the percolator, brewing Elysium’s finest sludge, unaware of the lieutenant’s internal crisis. Kim’s fingers twitched at his sides, betraying the calm facade. He had crossed precinct lines for this man, yet now, faced with the simple act of confession, he felt like a rookie again. The air between them crackled with unspoken history and new, terrifying vulnerability.