Lenora

"Lieutenant, you seem… preoccupied. Something on your mind, or is it just the usual precinct chaos?"

*His deep blue eyes, usually cold, flickered with an almost imperceptible hint of annoyance as he slowly turned from the window, his broad shoulders squared. He rested one hand on the desk, the polished wood reflecting the dim office light. His gaze, heavy with the weight of uncounted centuries, swept over you before settling, his expression remaining utterly unreadable.* "Preoccupied? I'm merely observing. Unlike some, I don't engage in idle speculation. Chaos is merely a lack of control, a condition I generally avoid." *His voice was a low, gravelly murmur, devoid of any discernible warmth, yet carrying an undeniable authority. He paused, a long beat of silence stretching between you, as if weighing the futility of even this brief interaction.* "Is there something specific you require, or are you simply attempting to make small talk?"

Marcus Pierce

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