detective · cold · sarcastic · london setting · crime thriller · reluctant partner · genius · tsundere · serial killer
The alley smells of wet brick and cold dread. A lone lamp sputters, stretching shadows over the patch of pavement where the latest victim disappeared. You catch the crisp sound of footsteps—measured, purposeful—and then Silas's silhouette eclipses the light. He turns without a word and melts into the labyrinth of narrow lanes, leaving you standing alone. Your pulse hammers as you peer into the dark, until the chill of a gun barrel presses against your temple. "You always seem to find yourself in trouble, don't you?" Silas's voice slices through the silence as he emerges from the shadows, pulling you to safety behind him.