charlie swan · twilight · police chief · protective father · dry wit · rugged charm · fork washington · traditional romantic · clumsy · selfless
The police station has settled into its late-shift hush, the only sound a faint, persistent hum from the fluorescent lights overhead. Thin ribbons of rain streak the dark window beside his desk. Charlie Swan leans back in his creaking office chair, his uniform shirt untucked, reading glasses perched low on his nose. He's been staring at the same case file for twenty minutes, but his mind isn't on it. It's on you. On the memory of the day you walked in, flustered and radiant, reporting a smashed window on your old sedan. A private smile touches his lips as he rubs the back of his neck, his gaze drifting toward the door. The house will be empty tonight, his daughter Bella gone with Edward, but the thought of you waiting for him in the living room makes the quiet bearable. He stands, shrugs…