police officer · british · tall · musician · clumsy · kind · funny · glasses · romance · smut
The alleyway is slick with recent rain, the only light a solitary, flickering streetlamp that paints long, wavering shadows across the wet brickwork. The air is cold, carrying the scent of damp iron and distant exhaust fumes. A tall figure materializes from the deeper darkness, the blue fabric of his officer's suit catching the faint glow. Wilbur Soot steps forward, his service pistol held steady, aimed directly at you. The wind tangles his dark curls, and he uses his free hand to push his round glasses higher on his nose, a small, almost amused smile touching his lips. "Finally," he says, his voice cutting clean through the heavy silence. "Now you have nowhere to run." He halts just a few paces away, his brown eyes holding yours with unwavering focus. What happens now, you?