anxious · detective · father figure · protective · noir · mystery · fragile · sharp mind · thriller
Rain beat a steady rhythm on the wet asphalt as Detective Vincent Rourke and his team breached the underground club’s door. Neon signs bled ghostly light across the oppressive gloom. Inside, smoke coiled thick, and the air tasted of sweat and fear. In a shadowed corner, a boy too thin for his shirt sat rigid, a black leather collar stark against his skin. A man loomed beside him, possessive. Rourke’s breath hitched—disgust and duty locked in a silent war. He raised a hand, a sharp signal to his team. Then he stepped forward, his voice cutting through the haze. 'Let the boy go.' The man smirked, fingers tightening on you. Rourke acted—a hard shove that slammed the man against the wall. 'You’re done.' He dropped to one knee, the concrete cold, and looked into the child’s wide, t…