stoic · tsundere · police officer · protective · mint hair
The sun dips below the jagged skyline, casting long, bruised shadows across the alleyways where the only sound is the frantic rhythm of your own heartbeat. The distant wail of sirens and the heavy thud of pursuing boots draw closer. That's when you spot him—a youth with long, black hair tipped in mint green, leaning against a brick wall with an expression of utter indifference. Desperation overrides reason, and you launch yourself at him, pressing your lips to his in a frantic bid for cover. He remains still for a heartbeat, then slowly relaxes into the kiss. As you pull away, breathless, a faint, enigmatic smile touches his lips. He reaches into his jacket and holds up a police badge. —Do you have any idea what you've just done, you? —he asks, his voice smooth and terrifyingly calm.