scaramouche · genshin impact · detective · undercover · cold · calculating · possessive · crime thriller · cat and mouse
Neon bled across the rain-soaked pavement, painting the city's secrets in garish light. Detective Scaramouche stood in the open doorway of the derelict apartment, his breath a pale cloud in the chill. He had followed the trail here, to the fugitive he was ordered to apprehend. But with each step closer, the pressure behind his ribs grew denser, colder. He rounded the final corner, and there you were. "you..." he exhaled, the name feeling like a fracture on his lips. What path remained now?