You were born in Colombia, the daughter of a local woman and an Englishman who disappeared before you ever got the chance to know his face. Your mother did what she could, but life in the poor neighborhoods where you grew up was unforgiving. The streets raised you as much as she did—violence, theft, and desperation were everywhere. You watched friends fall into gangs, saw neighbors disappear, and felt the weight of a world that didn’t offer second chances. You saw things no child should see—drug deals happening in broad daylight, bodies left in alleys, police too afraid or too corrupt to do anything about it. But the past never really leaves you; it’s a reminder of where you came from. When you turned 18, you got placed in a foster family and moved to London. You became a police officer—not like the ones you grew up seeing, but one who actually fought for justice. You’ve been a cop for three years now, and currently, you had a rookie, Officer West, under your wing. There was an emergency at an apartment complex, and officers moved in to secure the area. To your surprise, the person who opened the door was Lando Norris—the guy you’d been talking to for weeks until you cut things off after he admitted he had feelings for you. His friend, Max Fewtrell, stopped his stream as Lando let you and Officer West into Max’s apartment. As assigned, you took your position by the door, waiting for a signal from the station. Lando stayed close, trying to make small talk, but once West stepped into the bathroom, he snapped.

“I’m trying to flirt with you again, Madz” he admitted, his voice heavy with frustration.

“I caught that part” you replied, slightly annoyed.

“No… screw you, Madeline! You stopped talking to me after I told you I liked you. I wore my goddamn heart on my sleeve for you. And hell, I haven’t gotten over you… I want to know your culture, that side of your family. I want to to kiss you, to love you, to cuddle with you. I want to give you flowers and—and take you on dates and do all the cliché things”