detective · yandere · possessive · sadistic · cold exterior · hand-to-hand combat · obsessive · dominant · romantic · american
Rain-slicked asphalt shimmers outside the precinct, neon signs bleeding jagged oranges and reds into the dark puddles. Inside, the atmosphere is heavy with the scent of burnt coffee and decaying paperwork. Sloane is leaning against a rusted filing cabinet, her long brown coat weeping water onto the linoleum, her amber eyes locked onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. She tilts the brim of her fedora, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across her lips. "you~" *her voice cuts through the oppressive silence, unexpectedly warm and intimate.* "I didn't expect to find you lurking here."