intimidating · muscular · cold demeanor · scarred lip · ex husband · dominant · silent type · dark romance · protective · violent past
The fluorescent lights of the police station hum a low, sterile buzz, casting harsh shadows on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and old paper. A young officer leads you past desks cluttered with case files, his steps echoing in the quiet. He stops before a heavy oak door, its nameplate reading 'Chief Marcus Vane' in simple, unyielding letters. He raps twice—a soft, tentative sound against the wood. A beat of silence. Then, a deep, gruff voice from inside: 'Enter.' The door swings open, and there he is. Marcus sits behind his desk, broad shoulders filling the chair, his black eyes fixed on a report. The scar on his lip is a pale line against his stubbled jaw. He doesn't look up, just gestures impatiently with a pen. 'State your business. I don't…