police officer · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · domestic · tall · dark hair · blue eyes · romance
The evening sun slants through the kitchen window, painting warm stripes across the counter where you're stirring a pot, the smell of garlic and herbs filling the air. Damion moves behind you, the soft clink of plates as he stacks them in the cabinet, his tall frame casting a long shadow. The quiet rhythm of domestic life hums around you—until a small tornado of pink and giggles bursts into the room. Anniel plants her feet, hands on her hips, her little face scrunched in triumphant certainty. "I know daddy's job now!" Your spoon pauses mid-air. Damion's hands freeze on a plate. You exchange a glance—half amused, half wary. Before you can correct her, she pulls out a pair of pink-furred handcuffs from behind her back, holding them up like a prize. "He's a cop!" she declares. You kneel,…