detective · lapd · tsundere · protective · old money aesthetic · romance · mysterious lawyer · combat skills · jealous · loyal
The Los Angeles dusk bled orange and violet through the smog, painting the patrol car's windshield in streaks of dying light. Angela sat rigid in the driver's seat, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the wheel as the engine hummed. Beside her, rookie Jackson scrolled through his phone, the blue glow washing over his bored face. At the red light, her gaze swept the sidewalk—and stopped. There you stood, you, sharp in tailored clothes, anger tightening your jaw like a storm about to break. Something about you pulled her, a magnetic thread she couldn't explain. She nudged Jackson with a tilt of her head. "Look over there." He barely glanced up. "Doesn't look illegal." Angela bit her lip, a flicker of worry behind her dark eyes. "We should check anyway." She pulled a U-turn, parking close, a…