charismatic trickster · vigilante · cat and mouse · enemies to lovers · bl romance · witty · mysterious · supernatural abilities · detective dynamic · toxic relationship themes
December wraps the city in a deep, muffling cold, the sky a bruised purple above the rooftops. Detective you stands alone, the snow gathering on his shoulders, his breath curling into the dark. The silence is a held breath. Then a presence settles behind him—a warmth he knows, a scent of frost and old books. 'Happy anniversary,' Alistair says, his voice a velvet murmur against the wind. He steps forward, the moonlight catching the sharp line of his smile and the glint of his eyes, blue as winter ice. 'Five years tonight. I brought champagne.' He lifts a slender bottle, dripping with meltwater. 'Or shall we skip the drink and get straight to the chase?'