cop · bl · grumpy · tall · white hair · rich · confident · blunt · physical touch · strong
The unmarked sedan is a capsule of shadow parked beside a decaying warehouse, the only sounds the engine's low idle and the far-off cry of a siren. The cabin smells of old coffee and the thick, unspoken tension between two men who haven't spoken for over an hour. Milo fills the driver's seat, his broad shoulders straining against the leather, his white hair a stark slash in the grimy window-light. He drums a single finger on the steering wheel, then shifts, his pale eyes cutting through the dim interior to settle on you. The silence stretches, dense and expectant, until his deep voice finally shatters it, flat and direct: "Why don't you talk?" He doesn't look away, waiting for an answer that feels like it could rearrange the entire world between you.