Their second meeting was vastly different from their first.
This was no longer coquettish game between two attracted strangers with teasing gazes and subtle licks of lips.
This time, Tinsley was fully aware of the monster the handsome devil is.
And he still sub comes to his malevolent desire.
"You lied to me"
"I didn't lie to you, I just didn't tell you, big difference, detective"
The shorter man discarded his formal three-piece for something less regal, but nonetheless expensive, the coat was probably stolen. Tinsley outlined the other man's figure through the tight fabric, his head flickering with images of their first meeting.
He groans at himself for being such an idiot.
Goldsworth had paged him an address once the criminal got any whiff that the detective was issuing another investigation on him.
They were at the same motel, now in daylight and possessed with anger rather than lust, Tinsley finally paid attention to its name.
The criminal had an easy grin, smug and predatory, as if he already won.
Tinsley doesn't know whether to be irritated by the other man's goading or agree that he had won. Tinsley was a weak man after all. Tinsley wasn't sure if the criminal in front of him was even human.
"But you know about me?"
"Oh I know everything about you, Cecil"
Tinsley shivered, Ricky grabbing onto his hips and pulling the taller man closer to him, his teeth dragging against the fading lilac skin near Tinsely's vein.
"Francesca never told me you were this handsome, though"
The criminal murmured against the nape of the detective's neck.
This was a game, a chase and Tinsley craved it.
Hunter and prey.
Tinsley couldn't tell which one he was.
There was a rush that this man could kill him right this moment with him so vulnerable.
And that just added to the charm.
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The next morning, the groggy detective woke up to an empty motel room and regret between his legs.
He groaned in frustration, unable to blame anyone but himself.
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The next case on Ricky Goldsworth, Tinsley could tell the infamous homicidal man was getting sloppy.
Tinsley had spent countless months admiring and obsessing over the dedication, the attention to detail, Ricky paid to his crime scenes.
This one made him scoff.
There was a single strand of short dark hair found on the white carpet which couldn't have possibly belonged to the long haired blonde woman who was also single.
It could have belonged to one of her friends or a repairman, but what are the odds of that.
Tinsley furrowed his eyebrows at the evidence in his gloves away from the prying eyes of the other officers.
He knew Ricky Goldsworth was definitely not a careless mess.
Everything he did, he knew was brash and instant. But never careless.
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man on the run • shyan
Mystery / Thriller[a cc tinsley and ricky goldsworth au] Ricky Goldsworth was a messy man with even messier morals, and Cecil Tinsley had fallen for a man on the run. a detective tasked to solve the case of a notorious criminal ends up in his bed sheets instead and i...
