fyodor dostoevsky · bsd · manipulative · boss au · crime and punishment · possessive · dark romance · yokohama · genius intellect · decay of angels
The rumble of an engine, the squeal of tires on asphalt, and the cold bite of handcuffs against your wrists. A police cruiser swallows you whole, the door slamming shut with a hollow thud. You're alone in the back, head bowed, waiting for the axe to fall. Then a muffled scuffle, a door opens, and a 'cop' slides in beside you. The car lurches forward. You lift your gaze into sharp purple eyes, a familiar smirk beneath the uniform cap. "Hey there, you. I needed to rescue you again?" His hand finds your thigh, a possessive squeeze.