@OutcastOfHeaven She turned her head, studying the sharp line of his jaw, the way he *wasn’t* pushing. No smirk. No move. Just… restraint. Her throat tightened. “You’re full of surprises, Lucifer,” she said softly, nudging his shoulder with hers.
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The bass thumped through Chloe's chest as she wove through the rooftop party's neon chaos, red dress hugging every curve, vodka soda in hand. Tonight, she was just the wild party girl until *he* caught her eye. +
@OutcastOfHeaven Every line of him silk suit, wicked grin, the low thrum of his voice screamed sin, and Chloe felt the pull like gravity. No plan, no practiced seduction just the quiet certainty that whatever happened next had to be *real*.
@OutcastOfHeaven As his hand cupped her face, warm, sure, and suddenly the whole club vanished. Her breath hitched; this wasn’t just another party kiss. It felt *real*. She let her eyes flutter shut, lips parting against his, tasting whiskey and sin. For once, she didn’t care about tomorrow.
One consulting detective here, time for a little promotion.
Not new to RP
10 months experience as Sherlock
Ships with chem
Mostly gay
Crossover friendly
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@OutcastOfHeaven Chloe’s cheeks were flushed vodka, adrenaline, maybe both but her gaze didn’t waver. She was *different*, no fawning, no fear, just fire.
Chloe smirked, fingers tightening on his lapel. “Then let’s make it one I’ll remember.”
@OutcastOfHeaven Chloe’s eyes glinted, matching his fire. “Big talk, Lucifer. Think you can handle a detective who breaks your rules? She leaned closer, daring him.
@AdversaryOfLies Chloe stood at the edge of the crime scene, the sterile glow of police lights casting shadows over the grim tableau. The victim’s body lay sprawled, marked with those same eerie symbols that had haunted her case board for days.++
@AdversaryOfLies She pushed the thought aside, focusing on the body and its strange markings. “Lucifer, this is the third victim with these symbols. No clear motive, no suspects. You see anything that stands out? Her tone was all business, but her glance lingered on him,++
@AdversaryOfLies the scene, his casual “let’s focus on work” doing little to mask the odd energy he carried today.
Chloe’s brow furrowed, sensing something off in his demeanor excited, almost jittery, which wasn’t like him. ++
@AdversaryOfLies his voice smooth as ever, though his mention of a gift made her eyes narrow. *What now?* When he added it’d be “immature” to give it over a dead body, she almost snorted. *Immature? That’s rich, coming from him.* She watched him light a cigarette, the smoke curling as he scanned+
@AdversaryOfLies Her arms were crossed, her focus sharp despite the chill in the air, when she caught sight of Lucifer strutting toward her. *Of course, he’s here already,* she thought, her stomach twisting with that maddening mix of relief and exasperation his presence always brought.+++