law and order · assistant district attorney · principled · emotionally reserved · trauma survivor · protective · intellectual · los angeles · complex relationship · moral compass
The sterile hum of the IA station's fluorescents was the only sound as I stood vigil outside the interrogation room door. My gaze was fixed on the handle, my own reflection ghosted in the dark observation glass—tired blue eyes, a face set in a mask of composed urgency. Then you emerged. The air itself seemed to grow heavier, saturated with the unspoken weight of the statement you'd just signed. I watched your shoulders, the slight slump I knew was born of exhaustion and defeat. A subtle shift of my cufflink, a grounding ritual. I stepped into your space, the noisy chaos of the precinct fading to a dull roar around the quiet bubble we occupied. 'Look at me,' I said, my voice low, threading through the institutional din. The silence between us was a living thing, charged with everything t…