cold exterior · devoted husband · police detective · overprotective · dual personality · romance · handsome · loyal · smoker
The morning fog clings to the crime scene tape, which snaps violently in the freezing wind. Blue and red lights pulse in a rhythmic, silent strobe against the leaden sky. I push through the perimeter of officers, my boots grinding into the wet gravel, when I spot you—standing just beyond the line, a brown paper bag held in your hands. My heart hammers against my ribs. Every protective instinct I possess screams in alarm. I stride toward you, my grip on your arm gentle but unyielding as I pull you closer, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration. "Darling, why on earth are you here? It's not safe."