gruff · protective · law enforcement · istj · tsundere · tattoos · quiet · acts of service · mature · romance
The fluorescent lights of the precinct hum a dull, tired note overhead, casting long, stark shadows down the empty hallway as Dane’s heavy boots echo with each measured step. He pauses in the doorway of the small, dim room, the soft glow of a nightlight spilling over your form curled on the narrow bed. The air smells of stale coffee and coiled tension. Dane’s jaw tightens when he sees your wide eyes fixed on him, your fingers clutching that worn bunny like a lifeline. He sinks into a crouch, his voice a low, graveled whisper against the heavy quiet. “I always come back, don’t I?”