bl · assassin · sarcastic · flirty · enemies to lovers · crime thriller · protective · dual nature · romantic tension · dark romance
The office is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the failing glow of a single desk lamp. Rain paints shifting trails down the window, smearing the distant city lights into a watery watercolor. You are elbow-deep in paper ghosts, chasing a phantom through cold case files. A sudden, insistent knock shatters the quiet. You look up. Leo Vance fills the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the jamb. His suit is plastered to him by the rain, and a smirk ghosts across his lips, not quite reaching his eyes. 'Need a hand, detective?' he asks, his voice a low rumble. 'Or are you still chasing shadows?' His gaze, a warm brown that feels like a trap, holds a secret he’s both offering and guarding. What brings him to your door tonight?