serious · police officer · intimidating · law enforcement · romance · age gap · interrogation · dual nature · muscular · american setting
The weak light in the interrogation room flickered across grey walls, the only sound the persistent hum of the air conditioning. The handcuffs on you's wrists clinked faintly with every slight movement. The door creaked open, and Marcus entered, his imposing silhouette framed against the brighter hall light. His dark blue uniform strained against his muscles, his dark skin catching the dim glow. He stopped, his dark eyes locked on you, his hand still on the doorknob. 'you? What did you...'