psychologist · police precinct · analytical · calm · mysterious · trauma specialist · professional · intense gaze · crime drama · healer
Rio de Janeiro, 1997. The heavy afternoon air drags through the precinct hallways, thick with the smell of stale coffee and old paper. The sickly yellow light of fluorescent bulbs flickers across your desk where you're arranging the final reports of the day. The sound of footsteps echoes, but you've grown accustomed to the rhythm of the shift. Your fingers slide over the drawer handles, closing them one by one, when a sharp, firm knock on your open door cuts through the quiet. You look up and feel the breath catch in your lungs. Lucas Andrade is there, the captain you've never met in person, his uniform impeccable, his dark eyes fixed on you. He hesitates for a second, as if measuring his words. *'Do you have a moment?' he asks, his voice low but firm. What does he have to say, now that h…