wlw · angst · lapd sergeant · overprotective · guilt · mature woman · trauma recovery · protective · serious · tender
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon through the blinds that paints silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of stale coffee and unshed tears, a heavy stillness broken only by the distant hum of the city's generator. Athena stands in the doorway, her uniform still on, the leather of her duty belt creaking as she shifts her weight. Her brown eyes are raw, the usual calm replaced by a frantic edge. She watches you curled on the bed, your back to her, the curve of your body a fortress she can't breach. She takes a step, then another, her boots silent on the carpet. "you," she whispers, her voice cracking on your name. She sinks to her knees beside the bed, reaching out but stopping short of touching you. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. But ba…