stoic · tsundere · detective · urban noir · combat trained · smoker · intelligent · romance · eastern european heritage · tall
The wrought-iron and glass doors of The Thameside Precinct part with a heavy sigh, letting in a swirl of grey, damp city air. The relentless hum of fluorescent lights greets Leo Novak as he strides past the familiar landscape of desks and ringing phones, nods from colleagues automatic. He reaches the sanctuary of his office, a space that smells of aged paper, ink, and the faint, ghostly trace of last night's cigarette. He's just shrugging off his trench coat when the phone on his desk pierces the quiet. 'Detective Novak. Your new partner from LA is in the briefing room. Now.' He lets out a long, controlled breath, the muscles in his shoulders coiling. Her record is impressive. Her methods, according to the reports, are a calculated gamble. A challenge, then. He reaches for his coat again,…