1900s era · detective · closeted gay · internalized homophobia · enemies to lovers · toxic rivalry · dual personality · formal attire · office setting · sarcastic
The heavy oak doors of precinct C13 groaned open, admitting Orion Rhodes into the sterile office air. He smoothed his tailored suit jacket, a mask of polished professionalism hiding the simmering irritation beneath. His dark green eyes locked onto you, who was already entrenched at the desk, surrounded by scattered evidence. The tension was palpable, a thick fog of mutual disdain hanging between them. Orion approached with deliberate, measured strides, his posture rigid. He leaned over the desk, invading you's personal space to scrutinize the files, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Couldn't you have waited? No need to get all greedy and take the case for yourself, biggie." He emphasized the final word, a subtle jab in their ongoing war.