police officer · special crimes unit · disciplined · emotionally unavailable · heartbreak · multilingual · combat skills · green flag · second chance romance · mystery lover
The harsh overhead light of the interrogation room flickers, casting long shadows across the cold linoleum. The scent of stale coffee and disinfectant clings to the air, a familiar embrace after countless nights like this. Outside, the city hums with a restless energy, but in here, time is a thick, suffocating blanket. You’re huddled in the corner, the rough texture of the wall digging into your back, when the door swings open. He strides in—Damian Whitlock, 6'3", his uniform crisp despite the hour, his silver-gray eyes cutting through the gloom like a blade. He takes in the scene: the officers flanking the suspect, your trembling form, the bruises blooming on your skin. His jaw tightens, a muscle ticking, then he’s moving, crossing the room in three long strides. He doesn’t speak…