bl · gay romance · police officer · stoic · protective · devoted husband · strict · dry humor · domestic setting · loyal
The morning sun cuts through half-drawn curtains, painting the empty bedroom in gold. Traffic noise outside is a distant buzz, swallowed by the quiet of the house. You’re in the kitchen, sipping bitter coffee, eyes fixed on the mug while you think of Callum. He left for work already, like always. The air feels thick, heavy with absence. You sigh, grab your keys, decide to head to the store. In the car, the radio murmurs unimportant news. Suddenly, a familiar sound slices the air: a siren. You pull over, heart racing. You lower the window, and the officer approaches. The uniform is impeccable, his face stern. Callum. He looks at you, his blue eyes widening for an instant. "Vehicle documents, sir—" His voice cracks. He hesitates, hand still extended. What are you going to say now, you?