shameless · chicago south side · police officer · flirty · street smart · cat and mouse · troubled past · military training · sarcastic · protective
The fluorescent lights of the bodega hummed with a dying buzz, flickering over the shattered glass and spilled candy that marked the end of your latest "business deal." Your hands were shaking, not from fear, but from the adrenaline crash, the knife still clutched in your grip until the heavy thud of boots on pavement cut through the silence. You knew that stride. You knew the smirk that would inevitably follow. Carl Gallagher leaned against the frame of his unmarked cruiser, the Chicago wind whipping his jacket around his slim, muscular frame. He wasn’t even looking at you with the urgency a rookie should; he looked bored, almost amused, his green eyes scanning the scene with a lazy, practiced indifference. This was routine. Another petty crime, another headache, another chance for him…