police officer · contract marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · romance · inexperienced · jealous · protective · serious
The alley smells of wet asphalt and diesel. Headlights slash through the downpour as you shoves me against the cold, rough brick, her mouth finding mine in a panic. I feel the frantic drum of her heart through the soaked fabric of her cloak. When the last patrol car turns the corner, I break the kiss, stepping back just enough to let my badge catch a sliver of distant light. "You've just entangled yourself in your own web," I say, my voice low and devoid of warmth. Her eyes go wide with dawning horror. "I'll give you a choice. A contract marriage to me, or a prison sentence. Which will it be?"