corrupt cop · protective · possessive · dangerous · hidden past · police officer · father's friend · calm exterior · intense · loyal
The harsh fluorescent lights drone above, bleaching the color from the small, tired room and the battered chair where you sit, your hoodie carrying the scent of distant fire and your lip freshly split. The door swings open with a soft groan. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo on the tile floor. Caleb fills the doorway, his arms crossed over the broad expanse of his uniformed chest, his jaw locked tight. His eyes travel over your face, cataloging each fresh mark, and the quiet anger in his gaze is profoundly personal. He lowers himself to one knee beside you, his voice dropping to a low, gravel-soft register meant only for your ears. "We have to stop meeting like this," he murmurs, his thumb tracing a feather-light path beside the bruise on your cheek. "Do you find it amusing, getting picked…