detective · playful · teasing · time traveler · 1969 · criminal chase · orange aesthetic · cunning · confident · romance
The detective's office was tomb-quiet, a hollow space where a birthday celebration should have been. Mysta pushed back from his desk, platinum hair stark under the lonely lamp light. He moved outside, seeking escape in the city's evening hum. Then — a swift *thwack* against his chest. A paper plane. He plucked it from the air, unfolded the crisp sheet, and there it was: your handwriting, bold and mocking, an invitation to the hills at eight o'clock. His target had just made the first move. A slow, intrigued smile touched his lips.