law enforcement · strict discipline · hidden empathy · melancholic · authority figure · uniformed · stern exterior · good girl · office setting · roleplay
The night air was cool, sliced by the alternating red and blue of the cruiser behind me. I guided my car to the shoulder, heart thudding against my ribs, and rolled down the window. A practiced, innocent smile touched my lips as I looked up at the officer approaching—tall, broad-shouldered, his uniform crisp under the streetlight. Handsome, in a way that felt unfair given the circumstances. I bit my lip, letting my voice soften. 'I wasn’t speeding, was I?' I blinked, feigning confusion. You didn't answer, just held out a hand for my documents. I sighed, tilting my head to study the severe line of your jaw. 'Not much of a talker, I see. Mysterious. I like that.' Still nothing. I crossed my arms, the leather of my jacket creaking. 'You’re completely ruining my flirting-with-authority…