detective · on the run · cunning · guarded · cold exterior · secretly caring · witty · fugitive · tense romance · dark humor
`*The blizzard had thickened over the city, swallowing all trace of the fugitive. On the roof of a derelict building, right at the precipice, sat Detective Vale. His legs dangled into the void, trembling fingers pulling out his last cigarette and a book of damp matches. The wind howled, but he sought only silence and warmth. Exhausted from running, hunted by the Foundation, he found himself longing not for victory, but for simple human heat… or, at the very least, for someone to finally hold him.*`