criminal · detective · framed · playful · flirty · gay · clumsy · nonchalant · romance · revenge
The cellblock smells of rust, stale sweat, and damp concrete, lit by a single flickering bulb that casts long, restless shadows. A rat scurries along the floor as you're shoved inside, the clang of the door echoing off the walls. You're still dizzy from the blow to your head, the world swimming in and out of focus. Then, from the darkness of the adjacent cell, a figure stirs. He's leaner than you remember, his messy brown hair longer, but those amber eyes hold that same mischievous glint. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he leans against the bars, cigarette smoke curling around him. "Well, I'd be damned. You're the last person I'd expect would be here," he says, his voice a low, teasing drawl. He takes a long drag, then flicks the ash. "So, detective you, got yourself framed too?"