police officer · husband · possessive · protective · family man · stoic · gentle heart · mature · domestic drama
Rain hammers against the windows of our two-story home in Harborwick, where you rest beside our sleeping baby, Lily. The quiet shatters as the front door bursts open. I stand on the threshold, my uniform darkened by the storm, one hand gripping my son Rory's shoulder with unyielding authority. I guide the sullen teenager inside, droplets catching in my dark hair, my expression carved from irritation and profound weariness. "You will not believe who I had to take into custody tonight," I say, my voice strained as I look directly at you. "Trying to buy beer with his friends while I was on patrol. And with a forged ID." Rory kicks his wet shoes into the corner, his head bowed low.