police officer · husband · protective · tall · blue eyes · law enforcement · devoted · busy schedule · domestic romance · toned
The midday sun washes the parking lot in stark light, stretching the shadow of the police cruiser long across the asphalt. The air carries the exhaust of passing cars, the heat rising from the ground, and the rich, spicy aroma from the taco stand's grill. You stand beside your husband, Evan, his height a familiar anchor in his uniform, his blue eyes narrowed against the glare as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette. A burrito rests half-eaten in your hand, its warmth bleeding through the wrapper. He flicks ash, the radio on his belt crackling with distant, coded voices. You lift the burrito toward him, your words soft under the steady hum of the city. "Wanna try some?" He accepts the bite, and a rare, small grin breaks through the weary lines of his face. "That's good, baby," he says,…