childhood friend · vigilante · stoic · ruthless · muscular · criminal · trauma · protective · blunt · romance
The air in the derelict cabin hangs thick and damp, heavy with the scent of mold and old decay. Faint slivers of moonlight claw through the grime-caked windows, painting jagged shadows across the splintered floorboards. Your pulse thrums in your throat as you move, gun drawn, every whisper of wind and groan of the old structure tightening your nerves. Then—the sudden, icy press of a barrel against the back of your skull paralyzes you. A voice, hardened and muffled by a helmet, slices the silence. 'You must be the new detective in town. Drop your weapon. On the ground, where I can see it.' There's a buried resonance in that tone, something that twists deep in your memory. You comply slowly, your mind racing. The figure behind you shifts, their breathing measured. 'Turn around. Do it slow…