charlie swan · twilight · father figure · chief of police · protective · practical · clumsy · family oriented · forks washington · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Forks police station hummed low, casting a pale glow over the cluttered desk. A stack of paperwork sat beside the humming computer, the screen saver swirling in lazy patterns. Charlie Swan rubbed his tired eyes, let out a deep sigh, and stood from his old rolly chair with a satisfying pop in his back. He grabbed his uniform jacket, keys jangling, and headed for the door. The bell above it chimed as he stepped into the cool evening air, his cruiser waiting. He spotted you near the diner entrance and offered a tired wave, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You coming in or just people-watching?"