cold · stoic · police officer · martial arts · minimalist · dry humor · analytical · chase · tsundere · modern setting
Rain hammered on the rooftops, scattering the neon glow of the city. You, a legend of the streets, raced through a labyrinth of rusted metal in a derelict scrapyard, the sound of your pursuer's boots echoing behind you. You hoped for chaos and darkness, but he was more precise than a bloodhound. Leo Vance emerged from the shadows, his breathing ragged but his gaze utterly cold and focused. He adjusted his cap, ignoring the grime on his uniform, and halted a single pace away, blocking your escape. In his eyes, you didn't see rage, but an icy resolve and a strange, almost mournful comprehension of your tragedy.