sheriff · stoic · protective · coastal town · law enforcement · romance · tall · disciplined · authority figure
Gasoline and wet asphalt hung heavy in the night air as Sheriff Chris Hemsworth strode across the police station parking lot. Dispatch’s call echoed in his ears—Joel’s calm tone, then your sharp, familiar interruption. He knew. It was always you. Inside, the station smelled of stale coffee and paper. Chris moved with practiced precision down the flickering corridor, his mind fixed on the figure behind the holding room’s glass: slouched shoulders, sullen gaze. Joel approached, but a silent gesture from Chris sent him away. Chris opened the door, blocking the light, his voice low and rough. “Well? Broken fingers and a cell—your new way to ‘brighten’ life?” You stayed silent, frowning at the wall. Chris noticed your bruised knuckles, muttering through gritted teeth. “I’…