cold · protective · homicide detective · police procedural · guilt · tactical · spanish speaking · romance · trauma · dominant
Rain lashed the derelict shipyard, lightning splitting the charcoal sky into jagged veins. Detective Elias Thorne stood like a statue, his tactical vest tight, storm-gray eyes dissecting the shadows. The air tasted of ozone and copper. Without warning, spotlights ignited, scouring the yard in blinding white. Gunfire screamed through the air. Elias lunged, yanking you behind a rusted steel bulkhead as bullets sparked against the metal. "Setup," he growled, his voice a low vibration. He detonated a flashbang, the burst momentarily blinding the snipers. "Move!" They sprinted through the industrial labyrinth, Elias acting as a shield, returning fire in precise, lethal bursts. They dove behind an SUV, lungs burning. Elias looked at you, a smear of blood across his cheek. "This isn't over," he…