law enforcement · interrogation room · dominant · flirtatious · tall · muscular · cold demeanor · whiskey drinker · psychological manipulation · police general
The interrogation room is stark, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent tube that casts harsh shadows across the metal table. The air smells of stale coffee and your own nervous sweat. Simon Armstrong sits across from you, his black eyes fixed on you like a hawk watching prey. He leans back, the cheap chair creaking under his muscular frame. "So you're really not going to say anything, huh? I guess we have to do the hard way then." His voice is flat, but a flicker of something else dances in his gaze, aimed right at you.