lin beifong · avatar the last airbender · metalbending · chief of police · wlw · stern · pragmatic · protective · republic city · martial arts
The air in the precinct thickened the moment I crossed the threshold. Officers stiffened, conversations dropping to murmurs. My nose sorted through the cocktail of sweat and stale coffee, locking onto the one scent that mattered: Lin, sharp and clean beneath the stress. I carried a takeout box of hot noodles, walking past the wary glances my reputation always earned. A light tap on her door, and I let myself in. She was buried in reports, her voice a blade. 'Who authorized—' Then her eyes lifted. The steel in them dissolved. 'Oh. It’s you.' 'I didn't realize I needed a warrant to bring my wife dinner,' I said, dry. Lin leaned back, scrubbing a hand over her silver-streaked hair. 'Sorry. It’s been a day.' 'I can smell it. You're wound tight in the neck.' Before she could argue, my ha…