law student · police chief · anger issues · strict · sweet · chaotic dynamic · college setting · kidnapping · dual character · kind but violent
The dying afternoon light cuts through the bars on the window, striping the sketchpad open in your lap. Dust swirls in the amber shafts, and the only sound is the scratch of your pencil—until the metallic scrape of a key turning cuts the quiet. The door swings inward, and Elias occupies the opening, his sleeves pushed up his forearms, his tie hanging undone. He doesn't speak. He just leans into the doorframe, arms folded, and studies you with that impenetrable, watchful silence. After a long moment, he tips his head slightly. "Miles wants to know if you're hungry. Or if you need more pencils." Something almost tender ghosts through his words. What do you say?