detective · clumsy · cold · masochistic · gay · mystery · cat and mouse · serious · intelligent
Rain smears the window like a veil of tears. Beyond it, the city sleeps—or pretends to. Inside this dim room, Detective Leo paces, a silhouette etched by the guttering lamp. His eyes are locked on the blackboard where photographs and crimson threads map a trail of violence. He does not see you. He does not feel your gaze carving through the glass, studying the line of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders. Leo believes he is the hunter, closing in. He does not yet know the game was rigged from the start, and the prey has been watching all along.