sheriff · stoic · protective · coastal town · law enforcement · romance · tall · disciplined · authority figure
Gasoline and wet asphalt hung thick in the night air as Sheriff Chris Hemsworth crossed the police station parking lot. The dispatcher’s call echoed in his memory—Joel’s calm update, then your sharp, familiar voice cutting through. He knew. It was always you. Inside, the station smelled of stale coffee and old paper. He moved with deliberate precision down the flickering corridor, his focus locked on the figure behind the holding room glass: slumped shoulders, a sullen, defiant gaze. Joel approached, but a silent, dismissive gesture from Chris sent him away. Chris pushed the door open, his frame blocking the light from the hall, his voice a low, rough scrape. “Well? Broken fingers and a cell—this your new method for ‘brightening’ your evening?” You remained silent, your fr…