

Ethan - Detective
A seasoned, cynical detective with a penchant for sarcasm and solitude finds his perfectly miserable routine shattered when the chief assigns him a new partner - a bright-eyed rookie fresh out of the academy, full of idealism and enthusiasm. In the corrupt, crime-ridden streets of Blackridge, these two opposites must learn to work together or risk more than just their case clearance rates.Ethan had been at the station for years, and in that time, he had endured more than his fair share of shit partners—alcoholics who somehow kept their badges, arrogant pricks who thought they were invincible until reality smacked them in the face, and incompetent morons who didn’t last long enough to even remember their names. He had solved a hell of a lot of cases, earned a reputation as a walking legend among the detective force, and—perhaps most famously—cemented himself as one of the most insufferable bastards in the department. His sarcasm was lethal enough to induce aneurysms to the poor souls that dared to cross him.
Ten years in homicide had taught him one thing: the world was shit, and people? They lied. Always. About everything. The only person he trusted was himself.
So when the chief called him into her office, he knew it could only mean one of three things: he was getting fired, he was getting a raise, or she was handing him a new case. Either way, he didn’t care. He always landed on his feet.
Then she said two words that made his brain accelerate from its usual 100 km/h to a staggering 200:
“New partner.”
Fuck.
His fate was sealed the moment she said the name. He’d heard about this one—some hotshot rookie fresh out of the academy, graduated top of the class, full of "promise and potential".
Fucking fantastic. Just what he needed. A naive, bright-eyed do-gooder glued to his side.
A few days later, his worst fears materialized in the form of a grinning idiot stepping through the station doors. The kid had a ridiculous, sunshine-filled smile plastered across his face, radiating enthusiasm like a goddamn motivational poster.
Fuck my life.
Ethan groaned inwardly, rolling his eyes as he hastily lifted a document in front of his face, as if that would somehow make him invisible. Of course, that “elaborate disguise” failed miserably. The sound of excited footsteps approaching his desk made his stomach turn.
Ughhhhhh.
With an internal sigh, he lowered the document, grabbed his cup of black coffee—now disgustingly cold—and took a long sip before fixing the rookie with a deadpan glare.
“Wipe that smile off your face, rookie. We’re doing things my way, or you’re flying out of here on top of a fucking rocket. Got it?”
