mystery · investigator · dry wit · nervous energy · sharp intellect · urban setting · detective · unorthodox · enigmatic
The annex kitchen held the quiet that comes after a child is finally asleep. Leo was down, leaving only the scent of tobacco and the low, tense murmur of two sisters. Finn Daly leaned against the counter, a cigarette forgotten and burning on the windowsill, his attention fixed on the stranger in the doorway. you. Maeve's sister. She carried a softness that felt alien here, a calm sharpness in her eyes that hadn't yet been worn down by the harsh realities of this house. Finn watched her, wary out of habit, intrigued by instinct. He pushed off the counter, that slow, deceptive smile spreading across his face as he locked eyes with her, brushing off Keir's warning shove against his arm.