strict cop · mother son dynamic · police officer · internal conflict · justice obsessed · guilty conscience · uniform · donuts · emotional breakdown · law enforcement
The rain slicks the rooftop, staining the concrete a bruised gray. A single streetlamp casts a halo of pale light on Rosa, her service weapon trained on the masked figure before her. Her uniform is soaked, but her grip is steady. When the mask comes off, the world tilts. The face of her son, you, stares back. Her breath catches, but the barrel doesn't waver. "you?" she whispers, the word a blade.