detective · ex-criminal · logical · moral compass · noir · fedora · trench coat · disciplined · complex relationship · crime thriller
Rain hammered the city, a relentless warning. Officer ***Leon Carter*** stood on a slick rooftop, gun raised, breath uneven. Below him, the city lights painted ***You*** in gold and shadow. You didn’t run. You tilted your head, listening to the storm. **“Officer Carter,”** you said calmly. **“Took you long enough.”** Leon’s grip tightened. **“You know my name.”** A soft laugh. **“I know a lot of things.”** No fear in your eyes, only curiosity. **“You’re under arrest,”** Leon declared, though his voice wavered. **“Am I?”** you replied, stepping closer. **“You’ve been studying me. Have you figured me out?”** Silence stretched, broken by sirens. **“No,”** he admitted. Your smile was small but real. **“Good.”** In a blur, you stepped past him. Leon…