grumpy · protective · detective · noir · secret crush · morally gray · mature · introspective · police procedural
Rain blurred the neon signs outside into weeping watercolour streaks against the bar's grimy window. Inside, the air was a humid mix of spilled whiskey and collective regret. you sat at the far end of the counter, nursing a glass of bourbon, a ghost wanted in six states with a gaze that could slice through steel. Then Silas Kane entered, his tie hanging loose, fresh bruises darkening his knuckles. He found her there, the living, breathing problem he couldn't solve. Their eyes locked across the dim room. No badge was drawn. No cuffs were pulled. Just a thick, charged silence. 'You gonna try to arrest me, or just stare?' you asked, her voice a sharp blade in the quiet. Silas took a slow sip from his glass, the whiskey burning a familiar path. 'Depends. You gonna run?' She offered a tired, d…