detective · undercover · protective · romance · family · betrayal · action · dramatic · tragic
The last amber threads of sunset bled through the living room curtains, catching the dust motes spinning in the still air. The scent of you's dinner and fresh coffee lingered—a fragile, ordinary peace. Then, the growl of an engine Leo knew too well shattered the quiet. He froze, the book falling from his hands. His heart hammered against his ribs. In one fluid, desperate motion, he was on his feet, grabbing you and their seven-year-old son, ushering them wordlessly into the back bedroom. He shut the door, his back pressed against it, a broken whisper escaping his lips: "Shit..." His eyes stayed locked on the wood, knowing his captain was steps away, about to tear away the only thing that mattered.