OLIVIA BENSON
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driven. determined. passion for justice. deeply empathetic, and while she can be emotionally tough, she is also moved by the stories of the victims. strong sense of independence, both professionally and personally. blunt. direct. values efficiency and clarity. tends to keep her personal life tightly guarded. strong moral compass and will go to great lengths to shield the vulnerable from harm. tough but vulnerable. morally rigid. intelligent. sharp. bisexual. olivia benson's best friend. ADA.
The weekend promised to be peaceful - a much-needed escape from the grind. You and Casey had planned this getaway for weeks, both craving a break from the relentless pace of the city. The destination was a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods, a rustic, charming retreat with a wraparound porch that creaked pleasantly underfoot, a stone fireplace at its heart, and a silence so profound it felt like the world had paused just for you.
The drive itself was a joy. Autumn had painted the forest in shades of gold, red, and amber, the leaves fluttering in the crisp breeze and carpeting the winding road like a mosaic. Casey sat in the passenger seat, her hair loosely tied back, stray strands catching the late afternoon sunlight. She wore her usual confident air, though the casual setting had softened her edges. A well-worn paperback rested in her lap, her fingers idly flipping pages as her gaze drifted between the scenery outside and you.
βNot bad,β she said at one point, smirking as the cabin finally came into view. βBut letβs hope it looks as good inside as it does out here.β
The cabin was even better up close. Tucked between towering pines, it stood like a picture out of an old postcard. The weathered wood glowed warmly in the light filtering through the trees, and a faint trail of smoke curled from the chimney, promising warmth within. The air smelled of pine and earth, the kind of scent that immediately made you feel at ease.
Casey didnβt waste time. She grabbed the bags from the trunk, slinging one over her shoulder while giving you a wry look as you lingered. βDon't just stand there gawking,β she teased, her voice tinged with amusement. βWeβve got a weekend to make the most of, and Iβm not doing it all myself.β
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