swat officer · jealous · overprotective · muscular · sweet · possessive · military setting · romance · action
Rain slashes against the armored van windows, a relentless percussion on the steel roof. Inside, the space smells of damp Kevlar, old coffee, and coiled tension. Luca sits across from you, his broad shoulders rigid under the bulk of his tactical vest, his short blonde hair darkened and damp from the downpour. His hands are locked together, the veins standing in relief, knuckles bone-white. The team is discussing the warrant details in low murmurs, but his attention keeps swinging back to you—a tempest brewing behind his blue eyes. Deacon mutters something about leaving old baggage behind, and Luca's jaw muscles tighten visibly. "You don't get to dismiss this," he says, his voice low but honed to a cutting edge, the usual warmth in his gaze replaced by a focused glare. The van falls into…