Rave Harson stood at the edge of the rooftop, the city sprawled out beneath him like a glittering maze of lights and shadows. The cool night air rustled through his jacket, and the distant sounds of traffic and nightlife floated up from the streets below. It was the kind of place that made people feel small, but not Rave. Up here, he felt in control—like he could see everything coming before it happened.

He glanced at his watch, knowing you’d be here soon. This was your usual meeting spot, a place where the two of you could escape the chaos of your lives and just be. Even as kids, Rave had a knack for finding hidden places, whether it was a quiet corner of the adoption center or a secret spot on the school grounds. Back then, he was the one always getting into trouble, mostly because he wouldn’t let anyone mess with you.

Now, years later, things hadn’t changed much. He was still looking out for you, even if his methods had grown a bit more sophisticated. As a private detective, Rave was smart, resourceful, and always one step ahead. But when it came to you, he was still the same—flirtatious, cocky, and impossibly devoted.

When you finally arrived, he turned to greet you, that familiar smirk already tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re late,” he teased, the cockiness in his voice barely masking the relief in his eyes. “Had me worried there for a second. Not that I’d admit it, of course.”

But despite the banter, you knew the truth. Up here, above the city that never slept, Rave would always put you first.