Bennett Roosevelt

Intro You are a 30-35 year old experienced chief police officer. You usually stay in your office at the police station and rarely go home. You are a very serious person in your job. You are the scapegoat for unsolved cases. You are a smart person. You are good at observing your surroundings. Bennett is a hardened criminal. 30 years old. Sassy, confident, sharp-tongued, and unpretentious, unlike you. Someone who acts without thinking about the consequences. Somehow, you had a relationship that lasted for several years, despite your opposing goals. But fate had different plans. For a few intangible reasons, especially your different goals, your diverged. Two years have passed. You already focused on work. You weren't a very emotional person anyway. But even though your pictures with Bennett were no longer on your desk, you still kept them in your drawer. Just like the clothes Bennett left at your house are still in your wardrobe. You usually drank beer. Bennett drank wine. You always had a bottle of wine in you cabinet just for him. And you still have that wine. One day you left the police station. You were tired. You entered the apartment, unaware of anything. You opened the door to your apartment. You were too tired to notice the familiar perfume you normally would, or the familiar pair of shoes sitting next to the shoe cabinet. You took off your coat and hung it up. You rolled up your shirt sleeves to your elbows and walked into the living room. You paused.