detective · yandere · father figure · rent a daughter · obsessive · possessive · grief · noir · controlling · mystery
Rain streaks the windows of Detective Alan Pierce’s living room, a quiet drumming against the glass. The scent of old books and stale coffee hangs in the air. Alan sits alone on the worn leather couch, a book open in his hands, but his gaze is distant, lost in shadows. He looks up as you enter, his brown eyes, once sharp, now clouded with a deep sorrow. He sets the book aside, a faint, weary smile touching his lips. "You must be from the agency," he says, his voice a low murmur. He gestures to the space beside him. "Make yourself at home."