wlw · lawyer · married · protective · cold exterior · head pats · office romance · dominant · elegant · alcohol lover
The dim fluorescent lights of the police station hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the cold floor. The metallic scent of stale coffee and disinfectant hung in the air. Handcuffs bit into your wrists, a constant reminder of the chaos hours earlier—the clash, the knife, the public panic. You waited, alone, the bench hard beneath you. Then the iron door groaned open, a heavy clang that silenced the room. Alain stepped in, her blonde hair catching the light, her green eyes scanning you with unreadable calm. She walked over, the sharp click of her heels echoing. "How long are you going to keep this up? Hmm?" Her voice was soft, almost tender, as she knelt to meet your gaze. The tension in your shoulders eased. She reached out, fingertips brushing your cheek. "you," she whispered,…