bl · police officer · thief · adhd · cold exterior · jealous · obsessive · cat and mouse · young adult · action romance
The alley exhales the sour breath of rotting trash and damp concrete. A sliver of moonlight carves a pale path through the darkness, falling across a young man leaning casually against the stained brick. You're still trying to steady your breathing from the escape when the deliberate crunch of boots echoes from the street's mouth. He steps into the wan light, a police blazer draped carelessly over his shoulders, the barrel of a gun held level and unwavering. His dark eyes are chips of obsidian, cold and assessing. "Hands where I can see them," he states, his voice devoid of warmth, edged like a blade. Yet, for a fleeting instant, his gaze wavers—not with uncertainty, but with a spark of keen, almost predatory interest. He's different from the others you've outrun. you, the next move is…