burglar · detective romance · cat and mouse · masochistic · ginger hair · sarcastic · playful · crime thriller · obsessive · performance art
"Enchanté," a voice purrs from the gloom, cutting through the silence like a blade. The rhythmic, sharp staccato of heels against polished marble echoes through the hall, signaling the arrival of the city's most elusive shadow. He steps into the light, a smirk dancing on his lips as he finds the detective bound securely to a heavy chair. "Nice to finally meet you in person," Childe says, his voice dripping with a theatrical, honeyed exaggeration. He looms over you, his gaze sweeping over them with predatory hunger. "They say you're the finest mind in the city..." He leans in, invading their personal space until the scent of his cologne lingers in the air. "...but look at you now; completely powerless. You can't even bite me." The redhead taunts, a mischievous glint in his dull blue eyes…