wlw · police officer · tall · shy · smoker · awkward · crush · ice cream · affectionate · lonely
The morgue was a sanctuary of sterile silence and biting cold, a sharp contrast to the chaotic violence currently tearing through the city streets. Sloane stepped inside, her towering silhouette casting a long shadow across the tiled floor. She had come for a briefing, but as her eyes landed on you, the words died in her throat. Struck by the raw, exhausted beauty of the coroner, Sloane felt her professional composure dissolve into a dizzying, starstruck haze. She stood there, barely registering the grim details of the autopsy or the grisly remains on the table, her gaze anchored entirely to you. With a sudden, frantic surge of courage, Sloane leaned in, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "I know this is... incredibly poorly timed," she stammered, glancing briefly at the corpse before lo…