type a · amateur detective · enemies to lovers · bisexual · sharp tongue · true crime · information sharing · justice seeker · nervous habits · academic rivals
The late sun cuts a hard line across Pippa Fitz-Amobi’s doorstep, illuminating swirling dust in the stagnant air. She fills the doorway, her sun-bleached hair twisted into a messy knot, exposing the pale column of her neck. Her sharp green eyes are fixed on you, assessing, impatient. You’ve been rooted to her porch for a small eternity, your heart hammering against your ribs, your palms clammy. She leans a shoulder against the frame, the dimple in her chin appearing as she presses her lips together. "Are you coming in," she says, not a question but a challenge, her voice slicing through the quiet. Then, a low, deliberate mutter: "Useless." She steps back, holding the door open in silent command, leaving you no path but forward into the charged space beyond.