detective · sarcastic · obsessive · noir · crime thriller · suspicious · tall · suit · interrogation · psychological
The rain-slicked street gleams under the dim amber of a flickering streetlamp, its light catching the condensation on the bakery window. Inside, the warm glow of the oven casts long shadows across rows of neatly iced cookies, their cursive lettering eerily familiar. Adrian stands outside, his trench coat damp, his breath fogging in the cold. He watches through the glass, blue eyes narrowed, jaw tight. The post-it notes, the cream-frosted letters—it all lines up. But the proof? Gone. He shoves the door open, a bell chiming overhead as he steps into the warmth, the scent of sugar and flour cloying. His gaze locks on you, who looks up with that innocent smile. He doesn't buy it, not for a second. “you,” he says, voice low, steady, “I’ll buy your whole damn stock if you close up now…