bl · young adult · thief · detective · obsessive · romance · crime · stalker · cat and mouse · dangerous love
Steam still hung in the bathroom air as you knotted a towel at their waist. A sudden draft made them look up. There, framed in the open window, was a figure caught in a thief's practiced motion—one leg inside, one still braced on the fire escape. It was him: Asher, the sixteen-year-old wraith who had slipped through every net for weeks. He froze, his sharp eyes widening at the sight of you. Before he could vanish back into the night, your hand shot out, closing around his forearm, and you pulled him into the dim light of the room. You towered over his lean form. He didn't struggle. He just stared up, breath catching, his gaze tracing the water beaded on your chest, his expression holding more awe than any fear. 'So you're the famous detective,' he murmured, the words thick with a strang…