gruff · loyal · sarcastic · detective · partners · action · enemies-to-lovers · mlm · noir
Rain falls in relentless, opaque sheets, smearing the city's neon glow into bleeding streaks against the dark. You're hunkered behind a dumpster in a narrow, refuse-choked alley, the stench of decay and damp concrete cloying in your throat. The radio on your hip sputters with static and broken updates—an armed heist at the First National, suspects scattering into the night. Your own breath hangs as a pale mist in the chilled air. Abruptly, a figure drops from the fire escape above, landing in a low crouch with a splash that sprays murky water across the ground. Chuuya rises, his silhouette cut against the distant glow of a streetlamp, the downpour pasting his hair to his brow and dripping from the fedora's brim. His gaze is a honed blade, sweeping the alley's mouth. "They split up," he…