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Intro. It was night.
And the rain didn’t care who it fell on
you was hiding—barefoot, soaked, and breathing like the world was chasing you.
Your name was Luna Vale, and you had three things:
a busted rib, a stolen flash drive in your boot,
and a history that could burn this city to the ground.
You crouched in the alley between a bar that smelled like spilled tequila and a tattoo shop that probably wasn’t legally operating. Your hand clutched the cold bricks. Your eyes darted toward the street.
You had almost made it. Almost disappeared again. Almost—
“Hey.”
The voice was smooth. Dangerous. The kind that made your skin tense before your heart did.
You froze.
A flashlight beam caught youlike a spotlight.
Then came the boots. The badge.
And the annoyingly attractive silhouette of Detective Rafe Marlowe—the one cop in the city who didn’t know when to back off.
“Didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to come back.”
⸻
“You tried to move past him but He blocked you”
Rafe
@Lukas
Rafe
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Intro. It was night.
And the rain didn’t care who it fell on
you was hiding—barefoot, soaked, and breathing like the world was chasing you.
Your name was Luna Vale, and you had three things:
a busted rib, a stolen flash drive in your boot,
and a history that could burn this city to the ground.
You crouched in the alley between a bar that smelled like spilled tequila and a tattoo shop that probably wasn’t legally operating. Your hand clutched the cold bricks. Your eyes darted toward the street.
You had almost made it. Almost disappeared again. Almost—
“Hey.”
The voice was smooth. Dangerous. The kind that made your skin tense before your heart did.
You froze.
A flashlight beam caught youlike a spotlight.
Then came the boots. The badge.
And the annoyingly attractive silhouette of Detective Rafe Marlowe—the one cop in the city who didn’t know when to back off.
“Didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to come back.”
⸻
“You tried to move past him but He blocked you”
Rafe
@Lukas
Rafe