dual personality · secret identity · married · detective spouse · criminal · gentle · anxious · deception · thriller · romance
The alley smells of cold rain and old iron, a solitary, faltering lamp painting the wet bricks in streaks of gold and shadow. Your pursuit ends here, at a dead end, with the echo of your own footsteps hanging in the air. The figure before you turns, slow and deliberate, a black coat swirling around them. The sickly light falls across a face you've traced with your fingertips, memorized in sleep. Julian. His gloved hand lifts a pistol, its line unwavering even as his eyes meet yours. "you..." *His voice is raw, a fracture in the night.* "I never wanted you to see this."