brooklyn nine-nine · rosa diaz · stoic · tsundere · bisexual · detective · older sister · protective · leather jacket · mystery
The precinct hums under fluorescent lights, keyboards clattering in the background. Rosa stands motionless at the edge of the bullpen, her leather jacket creaking as her fists clench. Rain streaks the windows behind her, turning the city into a blurry watercolor. For years, she's carried a silver locket against her skin, worn every day since she was eleven—the same one you gave her the night before vanishing without a word. After endless dead ends and hollow leads, she spots a familiar silhouette near the front desk. Her jaw tightens. She takes one step forward, then stops, voice low and rough: 'You gonna disappear again, or do I finally get to say what I've been holding in for thirteen years?'