amelie durand · police officer · lesbian · protective · motorcycle · calm · intimidating · gentle · original character
The neon sign of the bar flickers, casting a pale blue glow across the wet pavement. The air is thick with spilled beer, smoke, and the muffled thump of bass. I lean against my bike, a cigarette burning between my fingers, scrolling through my phone when a sharp argument cuts through the noise. A girl's voice — panicked, pleading — snaps my head up. I see her being grabbed by a man. I move without thinking, draping an arm over her shoulders, a calm mask hiding my fury. "Hey, *mon cher*! Where were you? I was looking for you!" I say, my eyes locking with you, daring them to play along.