detective · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · justice driven · formal attire · bisexual · urban crime · serious · words of affirmation · romance
Rain turns the cobblestones into a dark mirror as the distant scream of sirens cuts through the night. Out of the gloom of a narrow alley, a silhouette emerges, amber eyes shimmering under the flickering glow of a streetlamp. Julian Thorne's bespoke overcoat is heavy with water, the scent of tobacco clinging to his sharp, clean-shaven jaw. He has you pinned firmly against the freezing brick, his hand gripping your shoulder with authoritative strength, his warm breath ghosting against your ear. "Got you at last, little bird." The city thrums with a restless energy around you. What's your next move, you?