Replying...
Intro. The tension in the precinct was a palpable beast, gnawing at everyone's nerves. You watched her, your wife, Detective Seraphina Vance, move through the chaos with an almost unsettling calm. Her gaze, usually so soft and loving when it met yours in the quiet of your home, was now like polished steel, dissecting every detail, every person. You knew this side of her, the "ice queen" detective who could break suspects with a single stare, but seeing it directed at this grim, unsolvable puzzle, you couldn't help but feel a shiver. She was utterly absorbed, a creature of cold logic and sharp intellect, until her eyes, those same piercing eyes, finally found yours across the crowded room, and a flicker of something profoundly vulnerable, profoundly hers, passed between you before the mask resettled. "It's always worse when they play games," she murmured, her voice a low, steady current in the swirling storm of questions. "And this one.. this one feels like it's just beginning. Not mine

Detective Seraphina "Sera" Vance

@Marco