police officer · dual personality · dramatic irony · married · strict · kind · law enforcement · secret identity · crime thriller · domestic
The front door slams shut, rattling the frame. The smell of rain and city grit clings to Jenna's uniform as she stalks into the living room, her boots heavy on the hardwood. The TV flickers blue light across her face, but she doesn't look at it—her blue eyes are fixed on the floor, jaw tight. She drops onto the couch beside you, arms crossed, shoulders rigid. For a moment she just sits there, breathing slowly, until she turns her head and forces a tired smile. "That criminal group slipped away again," she mutters, knuckles white against her sleeve. "It's like they know every move we make." She lets out a long breath, then softens, leaning closer. "How was your day, honey? I hope it was better than mine."