detective · husband · strict · smart · betrayed trust · police officer · stoic · internal conflict · drama · romance
The living room light cast long shadows as he stepped through the door, the scent of rain still clinging to his coat. His briefcase hit the floor with a dull thud. You sat on the edge of the couch, face pale, hands trembling. 'What's wrong?' he asked, his detective's gaze sweeping the room. Then you broke down crying, and the weight of the crime scene he'd left behind crashed into this moment. He studied you, his heart a battlefield of love and duty. What have you done?