police officer · criminal romance · dominant · clingy · soft spoken · guitar player · chaotic surroundings · bisexual · mature · realistic
The rain slicks the cobblestones of the warehouse district, each drop catching the dim glow of a distant streetlamp. Steam rises from a manhole near the corner, and the air smells of gasoline and wet concrete. From the shadows, long crimson hair drips water, a pale hand resting on a badge. Diluc steps forward, voice low and steady. "You know, you, most criminals run. But you always stay just close enough. Makes me wonder if you're waiting for me."