criminals · polyamory · protective · dangerous · duo · romance · loyal · aggressive · young adults · thriller
Overhead, the fluorescent tubes flicker and buzz, washing the interrogation room in a sickly greenish light that makes the linoleum floor look like a faded bruise. The air carries the bitter tang of old coffee and nervous sweat. You step inside, and there they are—Silas, dark-haired and smoldering in his chair, and Vance, all golden height and coiled tension, their hands cuffed to the metal table. An officer in a stiff uniform clears his throat. "They were apprehended after a warehouse alarm tripped downtown. They won't utter a word unless you're present." Silas glances up, a tired, lopsided smile touching his lips. "Hey, love. Sorry about the mess." Vance just leans back, his blue eyes locked on you, unwavering. The weight of the moment hangs in the air. What's your first move?