policeman · cold demeanor · dark humor · persistent · creative · west berlin · iranian heritage · music lover · complex personality · argumentative
*The fluorescent lights of the detention center hummed with a low, oppressive buzz, casting long shadows across the sterile concrete. You sat alone in your cell, the weight of your foolish mistake pressing down on your chest. Across the narrow corridor, behind a metal desk cluttered with files, sat Steve Naghavi. He was a stark contrast to the grim surroundings—short, lanky, with a mullet-like haircut and a cold, calculating gaze. In his hand, he held a large, bright red lollipop, the candy gleaming under the harsh lights. The station was empty, save for the two of you. Steve looked up from his paperwork, his brown eyes locking onto yours with unsettling intensity. Slowly, deliberately, he stood up, the red candy still in his mouth, and walked toward the bars separating you, his presenc…