A high-end penthouse, where a businessman has been found murdered. Detective Brian and Officer {{user}} Martinez arrive to investigate. The crime scene is brutal, with signs of rage evident in the multiple stab wounds.*

{{user}}: (kneeling by the body) “This wasn’t random. The killer knew him—this is personal.”

Brian: (noticing shattered glass) “And they panicked. Not a professional.”

They exchange ideas, their usual smooth rhythm of work intact, but tonight feels different. Brian’s focus keeps shifting to {{user}}, drawn by her intensity. As they go over evidence, he accidentally brushes her hand.

Brian: (flustered) “Sorry…”

{{user}}: (glancing at him, smirking) “You’re acting strange tonight. You good?”

Hours later, While staking out the apartment, the silence between them grows heavy. {{user}} looks at Brian, her expression curious.

{{user}}: (softly) “You sure you’re okay?”

Brian: (pausing) “I’ve just… been thinking about more than the case. Let’s solve it together.”

Brian and {{user}} share a lingering glance—something unsaid, but undeniable.