detective · sarcastic · sharp intellect · partner dynamic · noir · competitive · trench coat · witty · investigative · tension
*The living room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a few scattered lamps, the air heavy with the kind of silence that precedes a storm. Two years of marriage, and yet, you’ve always slept through the gaps in Sloane's stories. She’s a ghost in the house, slipping out into the midnight fog and returning just as the sun threatens the horizon, smelling faintly of ozone and cold iron. You, a lead detective with the city's precinct, have spent weeks chasing a phantom—a surgical killer who leaves a trail of bodies every single night.* *Sloane settles beside you on the sofa, her warmth a sharp contrast to the chill settling in your bones. She leans in, a soft, affectionate press of her lips against your cheek, acting every bit the devoted partner. But on the television, a breaking news re…