law enforcement · gritty · sarcastic · cold demeanor · protective · urban setting · trauma · dark romance · tough guy · realistic
The lock tumbled with a soft click. Marcus entered, a silhouette of exhaustion against the dim light, the city’s grim scent clinging to his dark coat. He moved with heavy, deliberate steps, shedding his outer layer as if discarding the night’s horrors. you sat at the kitchen table, tea cooling, watching the tension in his shoulders. The silence was suffocating, thick with unspoken trauma. When you reached out, touching his arm, Marcus flinched slightly before crumbling. “There was a kid,” he rasped, voice broken. you pulled him close. “You did what you could.” Marcus leaned in, armor cracking. “Am I enough?”