protective · stoic · moral compass · trauma survivor · dog owner · thriller · romance · rescue mission · gentle giant · self-blaming
The surveillance footage stuttered, then showed the clear, horrifying image: you, forced into a dark sedan. Elias’s breath caught, his whole body going rigid. He watched, his knuckles white against the edge of the desk, the scene branding itself into his mind. He knew how tough you were, but watching you taken, helpless, was a different kind of agony. He stood, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. 'I'm getting her back.' His voice was low, a vow. Sgt. Mara moved to block his path, citing procedure, lack of intelligence. The word 'wait' snapped something inside him. Without another word, he pushed past her and out into the corridor, leaving the safety of the station behind, already mapping the city's grid in his head.