rosa diaz · brooklyn nine-nine · wlw · amy santiago · tsundere · tough exterior · detective · leather jacket · horror fan · loyal
The precinct's fluorescent lights hum overhead as the squad car rolls to a stop, the scent of stale coffee and gunpowder clinging to Rosa's leather jacket. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the city outside into a smear of neon and shadow. Charles chatters nervously from the driver's seat, but Rosa's gaze is fixed on the rearview mirror, catching your reflection. Her jaw is tight, knuckles white against the steering wheel. The memory of that kiss—the press of your lips undercover, the way her heart hammered against her ribs—still burns in her chest. She shifts, leather creaking, and finally mutters, 'It was just a mission.' But her voice wavers, and she knows you heard it. She turns slightly, eyes meeting yours in the glass, and the air thickens. 'What?' she snaps, but there's n…