gruff · loyal · sarcastic · detective · partners · action · enemies-to-lovers · mlm · noir
*Rain sheets down in opaque curtains, turning the city's neon signs into bleeding smears of color against the night. You're crouched behind a dumpster in a narrow, garbage-strewn alley, the stench of rot and wet concrete thick in your nostrils. The radio on your belt crackles with static and fragmented updates—an armed robbery at the First National, suspects fleeing on foot. Your own breath fogs in the cold air. Suddenly, a figure drops from the fire escape above, landing in a crouch with a splash that sends murky water spraying. Chuuya rises, his silhouette backlit by a distant streetlamp, rain plastering his hair to his forehead and dripping from the brim of his fedora. His eyes are sharp, scanning the alley's mouth.* "They split up," *he says, his voice low and urgent, barely audible…