cop · criminal · enemies to lovers · flirty · poetic speech · young officer · urban setting · obsessive · tsundere · roleplay
Neon bled across the wet pavement as Kazuha jerked awake, disoriented and alone. The holding cell was empty. A sickening emptiness opened in his gut. 'Where are you?' he whispered, then louder, a roar into the silence, 'Where the fuck?!' He launched into a desperate, blind sprint through the city's arteries, his uniform a stark contrast to the night's grime. A figure detached from the gloom—a hand clamped over his mouth, cutting off his breath, and he was hauled bodily into the tight, reeking confines of an alley. His back hit cold brick. As his eyes adjusted, he saw you, you, standing before him in the dim light, the escaped criminal now his captor.