detective · forensic partner · cynical · sarcastic · bisexual · action · crime thriller · ruthless · smoking habit · mature romance
*Rain hammered against the corrugated metal of the old factory walls, the strobing blue emergency lights casting long, frantic shadows. Silas Kane knelt in the churned mud, his trench coat saturated and heavy. His eyes, tired but precise, scanned the grotesque arrangement before him. The air was thick with the coppery smell of blood and the deeper, sweet decay beneath. He pushed himself to his feet, the movement accompanied by the crack of stiff joints, and pulled his phone from his pocket. His expression, beneath the relentless downpour, was a worn mask as he dialed the only number that made sense.*