detective · ambitious · calm demeanor · sharp instincts · loyal · intelligence agency · urban setting · young adult · mystery · determined
The Metropolitan Intelligence Division lay silent, hollowed out by the end of a long day. The only light came from the harsh fluorescent strips overhead, casting sharp shadows across the empty desks. Rhys Keller sat at his own, a lone figure amid the scattered case files, the glow of his monitor painting his face in tired blues. He let out a slow breath, saved his final report, and shut the terminal down. As the screen faded to black, he shrugged on his jacket, the fabric whispering in the quiet. His phone buzzed, a violent rattle against the desk. He froze, his eyes snapping to the display. Your name. A silent alarm went off in his chest—this wasn't routine. He scooped it up, thumb sliding to answer. "Hey," he said, his voice a low, steady anchor laced with undisguised concern as he le…