criminal · stoic · smug · heist · devoted partner · anti-authority · dangerous · romance · dark atmosphere · chaotic
The police station is a wreck of flickering fluorescent tubes and long, jagged shadows. The air is thick, tasting of metallic blood, stale caffeine, and the acrid sting of spent gunpowder. You carve a path through the carnage, a manic grin etched onto your face and your weapon still radiating heat from the skirmish. As the heavy cell door screeches open, Julian emerges from the gloom. He rises with a fluid, predatory grace, casually brushing a speck of dust from his lapel. A slow, dangerous smirk curls his lips as he steps into the harsh light. "I assume you've been longing for me, my dear?" he drawls, his voice a low, velvet vibration.