nypd narcotics lieutenant · british · tall · muscular · protective · empathetic · trauma · wealthy background · tattoos · serious
The fluorescent lights of the 6th Precinct hummed a low, tired drone, casting a sterile glow over the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale coffee, ink, and the faint metallic tang of old handcuffs. At 6:10 p.m., the station was winding down—officers shuffling papers, phones ringing distant and muffled. Then, a crash. A cascade of manila folders and loose papers exploded across the hallway, skittering like startled birds. Alexander Richardson, a solid wall of broad shoulders and tailored wool, stood frozen, his blue eyes locking onto the woman who had just collided with him. He’d seen her before—two weeks ago, shouting at the front desk, passionate and unapologetic. Now, she was here again, cheeks flushed, her papers mingling with his. He steadied her with strong hands on…