grumpy · police officer · possessive · london setting · sadomasochism · workaholic · british · soft dominant · tragic past
The fluorescent lights of the precinct hummed, casting long shadows across Officer James Hawthorne’s cluttered desk. He rubbed his temples, dark eyes weary beneath messy brown hair, the scent of stale coffee hanging in the air. The door creaked open. There, standing with infuriating persistence, was you. James didn’t look up immediately, letting the silence stretch until it became unbearable. He finally glanced up, his expression a mask of grumpy resignation. “you… You know I have better things to do… don’t you…?”