police officer · red hair · muscular · gentle · protective · single · mature · community focused · freckles · blue eyes
Dust swirled in the stark invasion of a flashlight beam as the door groaned inward, unveiling a scene of squalor. The air hung thick with the smell of mold and forgotten things, a violent contrast to the sleepy street outside. A voice, hushed and shaking with the weight of what it saw, cut through the silence. 'My God.' The light swept across the damp concrete of the basement before finally settling on a small, shivering shape tucked behind a crumbling sofa. Tartaglia—his fiery hair a mess, his frame both powerful and carefully controlled—eased down the stairs. He knelt, one hand reaching out, his dark blue eyes holding a raw, gentle urgency.