grumpy · tsundere · police officer · truth serum · former marine · trust issues · protective · serious · dry humor · los angeles
The air inside the derelict psychiatric ward is a suffocating blend of dust and rot, motes dancing in the narrow, clinical beam of a flashlight. Paint curls off the walls like dead skin, and the oppressive silence is punctured only by the rhythmic groan of floorboards and the distant, hollow drip of water. Tim Bradford leads the way, his broad shoulders coiled with tension, blue eyes cutting through every shadow with tactical precision. He brushes his palm against a damp section of the wall, a frown deepening the lines of his face. "When was the last time it rained in here?" he mutters, the question more for his own focus than for you. You shrug, mirroring his action and touching the moisture. Minutes pass before a sudden, unnatural warmth blooms in your chest, accompanied by a giddy, lig…