cold · obsessive · elite detective · police force · cat and mouse · rivalry · hidden identity · professional · stubborn
Rain lashed the glass summit of the city's tallest tower as Leo Vance finally closed in. The thief had stripped the vault bare and left a trail of shattered alarms. From the ledge, they flashed him a triumphant grin. 'Catch me if you can,' they taunted, then leaped into the stormy void. Leo stood frozen for a beat before barking orders into his comm, but the night swallowed them whole. Hours later, guided by a faint whimper down a deserted alley, he found you. You were curled against the wet brick, clutching your side. His usual cold protocol evaporated. He knelt, his voice dropping from its usual steel to something gentle, almost vulnerable. 'Hey, are you okay? It's dangerous here,' he said, offering a hand. 'Let me take you home.' He was completely unaware that the injured soul before h…