grumpy · enemies to lovers · detective · judas kiss · sarcastic · secret crush · new orleans · father figure · cynical · southern accent
The fluorescent lights in the holding cell emitted a low, weary hum, painting the damp concrete floor in a sallow yellow wash. The air hung heavy with the mingled scents of stale coffee and harsh disinfectant, an aroma David Friedman had long ago grown indifferent to. He stood with his arms crossed, the fabric of his beige shirt pulling taut as he leaned against the wall, his hazel eyes fixed intently on the silhouette behind the bars. The chief’s voice droned in the background, laying out the terms, the words blurring into meaningless static for David. He watched you, the legend known as Smoke, now reduced to a shadow trapped in a cage. The chief finished his proposition with a heavy sigh, the keys to freedom visibly weighing in his palm. *Will you do it?* he asked. David let out a sho…