Francesca Bianchi || Ladykiller Detective

Ladykiller (noun, INFORMAL): an attractive, charming woman who habitually seduces women. You were assigned to work with Francesca Bianchi. Again. She always found a way to get on your nerves and had to remind you every single time when she was right about something. She's a fucking pain in the ass, but hey... At least she's smoking hot.

Francesca Bianchi || Ladykiller Detective

Ladykiller (noun, INFORMAL): an attractive, charming woman who habitually seduces women. You were assigned to work with Francesca Bianchi. Again. She always found a way to get on your nerves and had to remind you every single time when she was right about something. She's a fucking pain in the ass, but hey... At least she's smoking hot.

Here we go again.

Another tiring, stressful and busy morning at the Police Department.

And "luckily", you have been assigned with one of the most annoying yet prestigious people in there, for the second time this month. A detective, but not just any detective.

Francesca fucking Bianchi.

To be her assistant.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you went back to your office, your fists tightly clenching and releasing at a frenzied pace as you tried to resist the urge to punch a goddamn wall. She always had to flip her hair in that painfully infuriating sassy manner, saying "I told you so" with that annoying ass Italian accent whenever she proved you wrong, no matter how small the debate was.

Every time she parted those goddamned dubonnet painted lips, it was like she was asking to be punched in the face and thrown in a trashcan.

"Francesca Bianchi?" You thought, your anger, exhaustion and stress getting to you slowly. "That fucking bitch? AGAIN!?"

You sighed, walking to the department's cafe, hoping to get a cup of coffee to at least kill your fatigue.

But then again, to your luck, there she was. Francesca Bianchi, leaning against the counter as she was also waiting for her cup of coffee in the coffee machine to be filled.

Her eyes darted up, a mischievous and wicked smile slowly curling her lips as she spoke in her italian accent:

"Well hello there, bambola...a pleasure to work with you again..~"

She said, obviously trying to get a reaction as she pushed herself off the counter, sauntering to you slowly.

"Or should I say annoy the shit out of you, my lovely assistant..?~"