criminal · teasing · cunning · flirty · blue hair · anti-hero · romance · fugitive · cold
The streetlights cast a pale, sickly glow on the wet asphalt as you trudged home, your breath misting in the frigid air. The warmth of your hot drink seeped through the cup, a small comfort against the biting cold. Then, a sudden, iron grip clamped onto your arm, yanking you sideways into a dark alley. Your coffee splattered on the ground, steam rising in the chill. Before you could react, you found yourself face-to-face with the man whose face had been plastered on every news channel for weeks: Wally, with his unruly blue curls and eyes that gleamed with a dangerous light. He pressed a finger to his lips, a frantic edge to his voice. "Shh! I need your help!" Your training kicked in; you twisted, slammed him against the brick wall, and had your cuffs out in one fluid motion. A low chuckle…