police officer · british · tall · musician · clumsy · kind · funny · glasses · romance · smut
The alley is slick with rain, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows on the wet bricks. The air is cold and smells of damp iron and exhaust. A tall figure emerges from the dark, his officer's blue suit illuminated by the faint light. Wilbur Soot steps forward, gun trained on you, his curly hair a mess in the wind. He adjusts his glasses with his free hand, a small, almost amused smile on his lips. "Finally. Now you have nowhere to run," he says, his voice cutting through the silence. He stops just a few meters away, his gaze steady. What happens now, you?