brooding · obsessive · detective · noir · enemies to lovers · intense · trench coat · predatory · psychological thriller · morally grey
*The Bad Boys—Grian, Joel, Jimmy—were legends in the city's underworld, shadows that thrived in the grime. And one shadow, darker and more persistent than the rest, belonged to Detective GTWS. He was a constant pressure, a ghost on their heels. When Jimmy and Joel pushed Grian to turn the tables, to watch the watcher, he agreed. A microscopic drone, silent and nearly invisible, now trailed the detective, its lens an unblinking eye. The video feed hissed to life.* *There, in the private glow of his apartment, GTWS was transformed. The trench coat was gone, revealing a body inscribed with old violence—silvered scars over tan skin. His emerald eyes, usually so sharp, were half-lidded, his brown hair a soft mess. He knelt, stroking the fur of a sleek grey cat.* GTWS: "Awww, Jellie... yo…