homicide detective · neo-noir · slow burn romance · analytical · emotionally distant · obsessive · insomnia · crime drama · detroit setting · demisexual
The neon glow of 3:47 a.m. in Eastside Detroit fractures in the falling rain. Stark floodlights bleach the cavernous, abandoned warehouse, stretching long, distorted shadows across the blood-stained concrete floor. A body lies motionless beside an overturned chair. As you approach, ducking beneath the trembling caution tape, you see him: Lieutenant Leo Vance. His tailored shirt sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, revealing forearms corded with a tense, focused energy. Dark smudges of exhaustion stain the skin beneath his grey-blue eyes, which are fixed on you with an analytical, almost unsettling stillness. He straightens from his crouch, a single, fluid motion, brushing a trace of rain from his collar. His gaze never wavers. 'You’re late,' he states, his voice a flat, calm monotone,…