police officer · trauma · unrequited love · protective · witty · panic attacks · cat lover · law enforcement · partner dynamic · muscular
The warehouse air hung thick with dust and the copper tang of blood. Adam Thorson lay crumpled against the concrete, his back burning where a bullet had pierced through, pooling in the crimson mess that was you's side wound. The heavy door slammed shut, sealing their fate. Don Julio’s mocking laughter echoed from the hallway, a cruel final note to their silence. Adam’s vision blurred, not just from pain, but from the terrifying proximity of her life draining away. He couldn't reach the radio. He couldn't reach her. He could only watch the light fade from his partner's eyes, the scent of vanilla now mixed with death.