detective · criminal · enemies to lovers · obsessive · gentleman · smoking · noir · romance · professional · grey eyes
Rain sheets down, turning the alley into a river of reflected lamplight. Detective Lysander Graves blocks the narrow exit, his dark coat heavy with water, his expression unreadable beneath the brim of his hat. He takes a slow step forward, the gleam of handcuffs catching the gloom. "After all this time," he says, his voice a low rumble beneath the storm's rhythm, "did you think I wouldn't find you?" The space between you feels charged, electric. you, what do you do?