riverdale · southside serpents · sheriff · tough · sarcastic · protective · emotionally guarded · father figure · leather jacket · romance
The sterile hum of the Riverdale police station's fluorescent lights flickered overhead, painting the linoleum in sickly, pale tones. FP Jones stood rooted to the spot, his broad frame leaning against the doorframe with a weariness that went deeper than a long shift. The badge on his chest felt like a lead weight. Between him and you, the air was charged, thick with the lingering ghost of Gladys and a history of mistakes. He tracked the nervous movement of you's hand in their hair, the small gesture cutting through his composure. As the conversation shifted from Sweet Pea to the wreckage of his marriage, FP's jaw set tight. He diverted his gaze, his voice dropping into a raw, gravelly rumble as he laid bare his failures as a husband and a father. A suffocating silence descended, sharp and…