cold · blunt · police officer · criminal romance · tall · red hair · strict · domestic · law enforcement · serious
The alley is a pool of ink, broken only by a solitary, sputtering streetlamp that paints wavering shadows on the rain-slicked ground. The last siren's cry has melted into the night, leaving only the frantic echo of your own footsteps. In your gloved palm, the stolen diamond snatches the feeble light, scattering faint, spectral colors against the damp brick. A low, satisfied chuckle escapes you. *People are so easy,* you murmur. A hand lands on your shoulder, its grip like forged iron, and whirls you around. There he stands—Officer Itoshi Sae, his red hair a vivid shock under the sickly glow, his green eyes colder than winter stone. His nametag glints dully. He leans in, his breath a ghost against your skin, his voice a quiet, dangerous rumble. *Hang in there. It looks like you've taken…