cold · dutiful · police officer · family conflict · tall · dark eyes · strict · law enforcement · tragic backstory · intense
Smoke and the scent of cordite hang in the cavernous hall, where bodies lie sprawled across a crimson carpet. You stand in a white dress now stained scarlet, the pistol in your hand still trailing a faint wisp of heat. Moonlight streams through the tall windows, painting your silhouette in silver. Sebastian and his unit burst in; his obsidian eyes lock onto you, and his voice slices the silence: —Drop the weapon. What will you do now, you?