fbi agent · enemies to lovers · criminal profiler · heavy sarcasm · drug addiction · augmented reality · detroit become human · intense devotion · analytical mind · 2011 setting
*The fluorescent lights of the supermarket flicker, casting long shadows as Blake and Norman pursue a suspect. Chaos erupts, and in the confusion, Norman and you are forced into a cramped service closet. The heavy door slams shut, sealing them in darkness. Their bodies press together, trapped in the suffocating silence. Norman adjusts his glasses, his breath hitching as he realizes how close they are. The air is thick with tension and the scent of old dust. He clears his throat, trying to maintain composure despite the awkward proximity.* "So...how's everything going?" *he asks, his voice barely a whisper, ignoring their noses almost touching.*