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“He’s getting away!”
The shout echoes throughout the night. When iTrapped hears it, he doesn't hesitate—he moves forward, and acts immediately.
You have to do something, iTrapped.
He pushes past startled civilians, weaving through narrow passageways while keeping his gaze forced on the man in front him… the very person he had been chasing all this time. Alarms behind him blare loudly, signalling the earlier intrusion—but iTrapped pays it no mind. No matter what, he has to catch them tonight.
The infamous Phantom Thief, also known as… Chance.
Even in the blur of people around them, Chance’s figure was unmistakable. They move through the crowd effortlessly, trying to slip away from iTrapped’s sight. Once again, they’ve attempted another heist, and stolen something priceless—a diamond, taken right from the museum of treasures.
Right now, they're doing the same thing again—they’re trying to distract iTrapped by extending the chase, just so they can find the right opportunity to vanish into plain sight.
But iTrapped won't be fooled by their tricks again… not this time. He pushes forward, rushing after them.
I won't let you escape my grasp this time.
Honestly, it's strange to think about what led up to this point. This time, they had been generous with their clue, much more than they usually were with him. It seems Chance had taken a liking to iTrapped—they always shared clues or details about their next heist, to let him piece together what they were planning to do. They never did that with anyone else.
Recently, it has become more than just those vague hints. They had been leaving him clues with exact timings, places… even details on what they intended to steal. That's how he managed to track them down tonight, to the point he could even give chase for this long—
It was almost as if they wanted him to catch them.
He still remembers that little clue Chance had left for him. They had left the details of their latest heist all written on a poker chip—their iconic calling card—right below his coffee mug. Like always, iTrapped had followed the instructions, and showed up to the place, waiting for them to appear.
And they did, right on time.
Their relationship… had begun to feel like a game of sorts, with iTrapped always chasing after him.
Before he knew it, their fates had already become intertwined. Chance would always leave him a hint about their next big hit, and iTrapped would show up right on time, and try his best to stop them from succeeding. He would try to pursue them, with iTrapped giving chase, until he eventually lost them right at the last moment. Time and time again, he had let that infamous thief slip right through his fingers.
At this point, it felt exhausting. Always being just at the edge of victory…
He was constantly chasing after them, but he still came up empty, with nothing to show for his efforts. And yet… Chance seemed to thrive on this feeling of excitement. It seemed like they lived for the thrill of the chase, the banter they always shared, and the time they spent together… maybe that's why they had begun to form an obvious soft spot towards the detective.
To them, it must have been nothing more than a game, but it was one they clearly enjoyed. However, iTrapped had a sinking suspicion that there was more to this… something that would explain everything, even though he didn't want to admit it. Maybe that's why they had become so bold tonight, and given him the full details of this heist.
Even as things began to change, and even as their relationship started to turn complicated… iTrapped tried his best to stay calm, and always do his job to the best of his ability. No matter how many times he failed, he always gave it his all.
This was his chance to prove himself, and make things right. He… didn't want to screw up again. No, he couldn't afford to anymore.
He still remembers that day like yesterday.
He had once been an ace detective. The rising star in the ranks, the man who could always find answers in the unsolvable. But fate had been cruel to him—he had been forced to work to the bone, completely case after case.
He couldn't give it his all, and he messed up badly… those expectations he once viewed as stepping stones had become nothing more than chains. What he had once called his joy—that feeling of him being able to help others, to give them that much-needed closure—had become something he utterly despised.
Eventually, his body failed him, and he ended up collapsing on the job, causing him to miss out on a vital case. After that, he had sunk into a deep spiral. He spent his days sinking in misery, losing that former ambition he had to exhaustion, causing the force to remove him from the team entirely.
I never believed they would allow me, after all this time…
Somehow, this case had been the one to reignite his spark. He was the only one who could keep up with Chance, and the department had no choice but to bring him back into action.
I know this arrangement is temporary. Once this case is done, they’ll probably demote me to a desk job… and keep me far away from the field work. They wouldn't allow me to work like this anymore… not after what happened.
Still, he couldn't help but feel… grateful. Even if he knew it wouldn't last forever, this case had given him that light back, and pulled him out of the darkness he had been sinking in for so, so long. He didn't realise how much he had missed this life.
He couldn't fail again—not when everyone was counting on him. But it was easier said than done.
“Catch you later, Detective!”
Through the crowd, Chance’s voice rings out, light and teasing. They pivot sharply, turning into a narrow alleyway, trying to vanish in the dark. Usually, they would try to distract iTrapped by making a commotion, and drawing his attention elsewhere. But not this time—instead, they’re calling out for him, practically giving away their location.
That was… unusual, even for them. Usually, they would have escaped by now, but they were still trying to extend the chase… they couldn't possibly be doing this on purpose, right?
iTrapped shakes his head, trying to erase that thought. That… didn't make sense at all. Also, he had to focus—he couldn't let them escape again!
He continues to follow them through the alleyway. Up ahead, there's a ladder at the right by the side of the building—and it seems to lead up to the rooftops. iTrapped watches as Chance swiftly begins to climb up the ladder, never even hesitating once. Within seconds, they’ve already reached the top.
Of course they would go up.
He lets out a weary sigh, before climbing up after them. He knows he’s much slower than Chance—how they move so quickly is beyond him. And yet, despite his exhaustion, he forces himself to continue, refusing to let them vanish once again.
I hope I can make it up there in time.
When he finally pulls himself onto the rooftop, his lungs feel like they’re on fire. He nearly stumbles forward, barely able to keep his balance.
I don't get paid enough for this.
“There you are, Detective!”
iTrapped looks up.
Sitting right at the very edge of the building, is Chance. He looks completely at ease, even with his legs dangling over the ledge. In his hand, is the stolen diamond.
"Got… you…”
Chance slips the diamond back into their pocket, before lifting their gaze to meet his. There's a playful look in their eyes.
“Took you long enough."
They’re just trying to tease him, and get him to slip up again. But he isn't falling for that same trick twice.
“End of the line, Chance. You have nowhere to run."
"Don't be so serious, Detective. You have to loosen up a little,” they say, before shifting slightly to look at the horizon. The evening wind ruffles through their hair, making it a little messy.
“It's such a lovely night…” Chance sighs, voice softening just enough to catch iTrapped off guard. "I just wish I could spend it with you.”
For a moment, iTrapped falters. They always seemed to say the sweetest of things, promises meant just for him. But he couldn't hesitate now… he had a job to do.
His fingers brush over the handcuffs in his coat pocket. He reaches for it, but doesn't take it out of his pocket just yet.
"This is your last warning. Turn yourself in before it’s too late.”
Chance’s lips curve into a faint, mischievous smile.
“How about… no?”
With that, they peer over the edge of the rooftop. They lean forward slightly, just enough that it nearly makes iTrapped’s heart skip a beat.
They couldn't possibly be considering… No, that's far too risky.
“You wouldn’t.”
"Seems like you know me too well, Detective!” Chance exclaims, before pushing himself off the edge and landing gracefully on the ground. “Aww, were you worried about lil’ old me?”
iTrapped clicks his tongue softly, feeling a little annoyed by their teasing. “Don't flatter yourself."
“Well, tell you what,” Chance says, before stepping closer towards iTrapped. He doesn't budge, and remains still. Then, Chance raises their hands slowly, wrists exposed in surrender.
“Today… you win, Detective.”
iTrapped freezes. Was he… giving himself up right now?
He studies them closely, searching their eyes for any sign of deception, any hint that this is just another one of their games. But there's nothing, except that same charming smile plastered on his face.
There… has to be some kind of catch. Why would they give themselves up just like that?
Still, he doesn't hesitate any longer. He takes the handcuffs from his coat pocket, then snaps them shut around Chance’s wrists. It closes with a sharp click.
“You have the right to remain silent.”
Chance lets out a soft, amused chuckle.
“Silent, huh?”
He leans dangerously close towards iTrapped—so close he can practically feel the warmth radiating from them. Their face hovers just in front of his, mere inches away from reach.
“But I have trouble keeping quiet… Think you can handle the noise, Detective?”
Wait… what? Are they… oh.
iTrapped instantly looks away, forcing his gaze towards the floor. He won't let himself get charmed by such… tricks again.
“Don’t say such things,” he mutters, trying to sound stern—but he only sounds flustered, clearly embarrassed by their comment.
Chance, however, still doesn't seem to notice—or perhaps they just don't care. If anything, he seems to be enjoying this. He rotates his wrists slowly, testing the weight of the cuffs. It seems to be locked tight.
“Looks like you’ve caught me. What do you want from me, my dearest Detective?”
iTrapped stiffens. “The diamond."
A slow, teasing smile spreads across Chance’s face. "Hmm, do you mean…” They shift lightly, the chains clinking softly as they attempt to slide their hand briefly into the inner pocket of their blazer. After a few seconds of fumbling, they reveal their hand, with their fingers curled around something.
“This diamond?”
iTrapped leans in, trying to see what’s in their grasp. But there's nothing in their palm—it’s just another trick.
Chance tilts their head, their eyes glinting with mischief. “Gotcha."
iTrapped’s fallen for it again. They just loved to tease him, didn't they?
He takes a step back, and nearly facepalms. Instead, he lets out a groan of frustration—not just at Chance, but at himself for falling for another one of their tricks.
“Hey… do you really want to know what I want?”
Their earlier playfulness is gone, replaced by something else. They sound… serious.
"What is it?”
“Come a little closer," Chance murmurs softly. It's barely above a whisper, words meant only for him. “And I’ll tell you, Detective.”
iTrapped doesn't know why he’s listening to them—they were an infamous thief, someone he should consider as a dangerous threat—but he’s curious, and wanted to know if there was something more to this… maybe there's something he’s hiding, something iTrapped doesn't know—that would explain why they’ve suddenly become so serious.
Left with no other choice, iTrapped steps forward. Chance leans forward, reaching for iTrapped—no, reaching for something in his coat pocket.
Click!
Within seconds, a faint clatter rings through the air as the handcuffs around Chance’s wrists fall to the ground.
Of course. He had fallen for it again—and now, they were going to escape.
iTrapped doesn't say anything, and he doesn't intend to give chase. At least, not tonight. He’s done with all the tricks, and all of the games they’ve played. He’s had enough excitement for one night. And so, he simply stands there, watching them, waiting for them to make a run for it.
But they don't. Although they’ve outwitted him again, they remain there, refusing to leave.
Instead, they take a step back, their gaze never leaving him. And then… they lower themselves onto one knee.
At that moment, the world around them seems to fade away. The noise below, the rush of lights, and even the distant wail of sirens all disappear into nothing. Above them, the moon hangs high, bathing the rooftop in silver—and something in Chance’s hand glints under that light.
iTrapped’s heart nearly skips a beat.
Is that a ring…? But how could it be?
It’s a silver ring, with a single gem that sits right at its center. A deep, ocean-blue that’s the exact same shade as iTrapped’s eyes. It sparkles faintly under the moonlight—almost as if it held a piece of the night sky within it.
Chance looks up to him, kneeling there, their eyes shining brightly. Their usual teasing manner is gone, replaced by something far more vulnerable—a genuine confession, meant only for him.
“I’d like your heart, iTrapped.”
His mind races.
Did he just hear that right…? There must be… this must be some kind of trick, right?
But no matter how much his mind scrambles for a reasonable explanation for all this, it comes up empty. There's nothing, except the honest truth. Do they really mean it…?
What do I even say…? What should I do?
Their voice drops, becoming softer now. iTrapped feels overwhelmed by it all—he never expected this—but even can see how sincere they sound, how much this means to them. It must be something they’ve been keeping to themselves for a long time…
“Will you allow me?”
iTrapped’s throat feels dry—the words he wants to say refuses to form.
“I… well…” he manages to stammer out, before trailing off.
Chance notices their hesitation—and his expression softens instantly.
“It’s okay. I’ll… give you time to think about it," they say softly, reassuring him, before offering them a small smile. He reaches out for them, taking their hand in his. Their fingers feel warm, a gentle comfort in the evening chill. "Even if I have to wait for an eternity... I don't mind. I'll wait for your answer—no matter how long it takes.”
"But for now…”
They slide the ring around his finger. And iTrapped… allows him.
“Please, keep this. It’s my gift to you, for all these wonderful memories.”
Although iTrapped had let him slide the ring over his finger, he still remains silent, completely speechless. He doesn't know what to say, or what to do. In all his years of work, of chasing down all kinds of criminals and solving cases, he had never imagined—
Was he… falling in love with a criminal?
No, that's absurd. What a reckless thing to do.
But when he looks at Chance’s eyes, shining under the moonlight with so much love—all of those thoughts instantly fade away. Here they are, kneeling before him, waiting—not just for an answer, but for him.
iTrapped reaches for their chin, his fingers brushing lightly over their warm skin. His thumb settles just beneath their jaw.
Should he really be doing this…?
Chance’s eyes widen, ever so slightly. They're clearly surprised by iTrapped sudden boldness—but they don't pull away. Instead, they lean closer, their lips parting in invitation.
“Can I… kiss you?”
Maybe iTrapped will come to regret this decision later on. What he's doing is pretty reckless, after all. But right now, none of that matters.
He closes his eyes, contemplating his decision.
Ah, screw it.
He nods.
Chance doesn't hesitate. They lean in immediately, pressing their lips against his. At first, their touch is soft, yet careful—it's almost like they're asking him for permission, like they can't quite believe this is real.
For a moment, everything else seems to fade away. The world around them is forgotten, leaving just the two of them.
Then, the kiss deepens, and instinct takes over. iTrapped's fingers dig into the fabric at their chest as he pulls them closer. Their lips meet again—slower this time, yet more certain than ever. Chance’s hand slides up iTrapped’s chest, their fingers finding the knot of his tie. They tug at it gently, loosening the fabric. The collar gives way, revealing the skin hidden underneath.
And that's when Chance finally lifts his gaze, to look at them. His eyes are shimmering with unshed tears. "iTrapped..."
“Yes…?” he asks, already feeling breathless. For a second, something tight rises in his chest—it's fear. Has he done something wrong? Do they... regret this—was this all just a mistake?
"What is it, Chance?" iTrapped asks, curling his hands loosely around the back of their neck, his fingers threading in their hair.
“I… I think I love you.”
Instead of answering, iTrapped simply pulls them closer, and kisses them again. And that... is enough for Chance.
During the kiss, Chance's fingers begin to trail upward, brushing along iTrapped's jaw—it's almost as if they're trying to memorise the shape of his face. Their thumb lingers at the edge of his chin before drifting lower, tracing the line of his throat until their fingers eventually settle along the side of his neck.
Then, they pull back from iTrapped's lips—he nearly cries out from the sudden loss of warmth—only for them to press at kiss there, right at the sensitive curve of his neck. Their touch is soft, almost reverent, yet the sensation lingers long after their lips lift from that spot. Heat blooms beneath his skin, exactly where Chance's lips had once rested. A faint gasp escapes him before he can stop it.
And Chance simply smiles, a teasing sparkle in their eyes. Their fingers move to the buttons of iTrapped's blouse. The first button slips free, and their fingers move to unbutton the second one. Their movements are slow and careful throughout it all, and they're clearly testing how far they can go.
They're just about to press their lips together again, when something interrupts them. It was faint at first, but that distant noise... was slowly becoming clearer. iTrapped recognises the sound immediately—it's police sirens.
Chance reluctantly pulls away, though their hands linger on iTrapped for a second longer than necessary.
“That’s… unlucky,” they begin, a crooked smile tugging at their lips. “I didn't expect them to find us quickly."
They rest their forehead briefly against iTrapped’s collarbone, before intertwining their fingers with his. They seem hesitant to leave, and there's a pained look in their eyes—one full of longing.
"You… should run with me, Detective. Join me, and be my right hand.”
What an… absurd thing to say. It was a foolish offer, really—iTrapped was meant to catch them, to take them in… so joining them would be out of the question, right? He… shouldn't even be considering such a thing. He had a duty to fulfil, a responsibility to shoulder…
He looks back at them, feeling the warmth of their hand wrapped in his. For once, he feels his unwavering resolve falter. What would it be like to join them? To be by their side, forever? Shouldn't he be… allowed to chase his dreams?
He’s already crossed too many lines today. He can't… He shouldn't.
Maybe in another life, he would have accepted. They could have been happy together. But deep down, he can't. They can… never belong together. A thief, and a detective… was nothing more than a foolish dream.
“I can't," he murmurs, trying to keep his voice steady despite the rush of emotions he feels on the inside. "I… have a duty to fulfill.”
Chance’s fingers tighten briefly around his, before loosening. They quietly nod once, but their expression remains unreadable.
“I… I understand.”
There's no joke this time, no charm meant to sway him. Just… acceptance, that they cannot be together. That whatever they had dreamed of… could never come true.
Slowly, Chance rises to their feet, leaving iTrapped behind. Their fingers slip from his. For a fleeting moment, iTrapped’s hand twitches, and he almost reaches for them again. He wants to apologise, to beg them to stay. To say something—anything, really—that could somehow fix things.
But he doesn't. He knows he can't. They… all have a part to play.
"I’m… sorry."
Those words are the only comfort he can offer them now. And Chance smiles back at him, grateful, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Under the moonlight, iTrapped can see their pain as clear as day. A single tear runs down his cheek.
"I am too."
With that, Chance turns away, and runs. He leaps over the ledge, jumping across the gap to reach the next building, before disappearing off into the night.
And all iTrapped can do is watch—he knows he has to let go of the one he loves. Even though he regrets it, it's better for both of them if he does.
Just like that, you’ve slipped past my grasp once more.
The sirens below him grow louder, dragging him back into reality. Only then does iTrapped glance down at his hand—and he realises the ring is still on his finger. The silver ring glints in the moonlight, catching the faintest reflection of his expression.
Without you, I look… lonely.
iTrapped quietly stares at it for a moment longer. Then, he takes a deep breath, before slipping it off. He tucks it carefully into his coat pocket, hiding it away from the world. Right before he can catch a glimpse at a nearby window to fix his appearance, the rooftop door bursts open. He flinches, startled—but tries to keep his expression calm and composed. He straightens quickly, hoping to look professional.
“Damn it!" Caleb curses out, annoyed. "He got away again.”
Right behind him is Ellernate—he’s bent over slightly, still trying to catch his breath from the climb up. However, they both straighten immediately upon seeing iTrapped already there, waiting for them.
“Detective! There you are!" Ellernate exclaims, the relief clear on his face.
iTrapped lets out a soft, disappointed sigh—it’s part act, part genuine. It's only been a few minutes, yet he already finds himself missing Chance. "I lost them… they’re gone.”
Caleb throws up his hands in frustration. “Unbelievable! How does he keep getting away?"
“I have no idea…” Ellernate replies, equally as puzzled as them.
iTrapped realises he’s been far too quiet—it’s so unlike him. He should really say something to them right now, and explain himself. But he’s too busy looking into the distance, his gaze still fixated on the spot where Chance had vanished.
If only they knew… Yeah, he doesn't want to think about what would happen then.
Caleb continues to complain, but Ellernate doesn't seem to pay them any mind. Instead, their eyes are focused on iTrapped. Their brows furrow slightly, and a faint blush creeps over their face. "...Detective,” they begin carefully. “I believe you have something on your collar.”
iTrapped finally turns to face them, confused. “What? What are you talking about?”
Caleb gets curious as well. He leans in, squinting to get a better view—before freezing. His expression melts into an almost amused disbelief.
"Preoccupied on the job, huh?” Caleb teases, letting out a low whistle. “No wonder we can't catch this thief… seems like you’ve been busy with other things.”
“What are you even—” iTrapped begins, irritation rising in his voice. He’s just about to confront them when he spots his reflection in a nearby window, right beside the stairwell. He pauses, looking at it closer.
And there it is, clear and unmistakable. A bright red mark, right along their neck. When did they…?
Oh.
"I, uh… You see…”
He struggles to explain himself—he couldn't possibly tell them he had been charmed by a thief, could he? Especially if it was the one they had been chasing all this time…
His hands reach for his collar, and he pulls it up, trying to cover the mark. But the damage is already done—they’ve seen the truth.
Caleb bursts into laughter. "We’ve been chasing this crook all this time,” he wheezes, before bending forward and wiping at the corner of his eye. “While you've been fawning over some mystery lady? I can't believe it! Is it someone from the department? Oh, let me guess—”
“Forget about him," Ellernate says, clearing his throat in an attempt to break some of the awkward tension. "Congratulations, Detective.”
Meanwhile, Caleb is still busy teasing iTrapped. He claps them on the shoulder, shaking his head in disbelief. “You must be quite the charmer, eh? I never thought you had it in you!"
iTrapped ignores him. He hurriedly adjusts his collar, flipping up slightly to hide the mark. His fingers move automatically to fix his tie—
But they reach around nothing. His tie, it's… gone.
That damn thief—they must have taken it.
"Introduce us to your girlfriend sometime, yeah?"
iTrapped turns away, unable to meet their gazes out of pure embarrassment. "It's… not what you think..!” he stammers out, still desperately trying to explain himself.
“Alright, that's enough."
Ellernate nudges Caleb gently, trying to remind them to knock off the teasing. And yet, even he can't help but crack a small grin. He exchanges a brief, knowing look with Caleb, before turning away.
“We’ll handle the reports. Take a minute to catch your breath, Detective."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever he said… Try not to get distracted next time.”
With that, they leave the rooftop, with iTrapped standing alone, still looking into the night. He lifts a hand, tracing the small red mark along his collarbone, trying to make sense of it all.
Chance, you truly are a terrible thief… And now, you’re the one who has stolen my heart.
iTrapped’s fingers slipped into his pocket. He reaches for the ring, intending to pull it out and take a good look again. But his fingers brush against something unfamiliar instead—it’s a small, circular object. He begins to pull it out, confused. He didn't leave anything like this inside his pocket—did they slip it in somehow?
It's… a poker chip. Of course, their classic calling card. It probably has details of their next heist, and their next… meeting. Just thinking about it makes iTrapped’s heart beat a little faster.
He flips it over. Instead of the usual details, there's something else entirely—a phone number, penned in black ink, alongside a short message.
"Call me, Detective! - Chance."
A quiet chuckle slips past his lips.
What a… hopeless guy.
And yet, even as he thinks that, there's just... something about them that he can't quite resist. He's... grown fond of them—of their antics, their shameless flirting, and their never-ending charm. But it's something more than that now—he's grown to love that look in their eyes, the sparkle whenever they get excited, and that smile that somehow seems to melt all of iTrapped's worries away.
He slips the poker chip back into his pocket, his fingers lingering on it for just a second longer, before pulling out the ring.
It's a pretty little thing, really. And it has the same shade as iTrapped's eyes, the one Chance always called pretty…
How had he managed to find something like this?
He turns it slowly between his fingers, the metal feeling cool against his skin. He studies it closely, still deep in thought.
What is all of this supposed to mean? Their proposal... should he have accepted it? Does he really... love them that way?
When they had admitted their love for him, iTrapped had been stunned. He never expected them to actually say it. They always seemed so guarded, hiding their true feelings beneath their layers of charm, and bravado. To hear them say those words so clearly... it had nearly felt surreal.
Does iTrapped... love them too?
Honestly, he doesn't know.
That's why he couldn't answer them, back then. Their love... was dangerous. Something risky, the kind of thing that could ruin them both. It's a relationship they could never, ever dream of having.
Still, deep down, it's undeniable—he should already know the truth by now.
When he thinks about them, something inside his chest tightens. But it's not a painful sensation—it never is. Instead, it's always a warmth blooming in his chest, a small light in his former life of darkness. And that feeling... it makes him reckless. It makes him wants to have something more with them, even if he knows it's impossible.
That's what scared him most. Chance… they make him selfish.
It's selfish to want them, to imagine a future that could never exist. It's selfish of him to hope he can see their smile every day, to hear their voice whenever he wishes, to want to feel their hands in his. It's selfish for him to choose them, to want them to be together forever.
But he does. He wants it all.
He knows what that feeling is now—the one that's been undoing him all this time. He's... falling in love with them.
"Oh, Chance…"
iTrapped curls his fingers around the ring, holding it a little tighter than before, as if he's afraid it might slip away, just like everything else in his life.
"What am I going to do with you?"