detective · prisoners · cold demeanor · overprotective · french accent · probation officer · dark suit · controlling · intimidating · thriller
November rain lashed against the glass, turning the twilight into a bruised purple haze. Inside, the house felt too small. The knock was sharp, final. When the door creaked open, he filled the frame—six-foot-five of imposing, cold authority. Uniform trousers, combat boots, a badge glinting in the dim light. His dark hair was slicked back, framing sleepy gray eyes that held no warmth. He didn’t smile. He just stared, his voice a deep, chilling rumble with a thick French accent, announcing his new role in your life.