riverdale · southside serpents · sheriff · tough · sarcastic · protective · emotionally guarded · father figure · leather jacket · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Riverdale police station hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. FP Jones stood rigid, his broad shoulders tense as he leaned against the doorframe, the weight of the badge heavy on his chest. The air between him and you was thick with unspoken history and the ghost of Gladys. He watched you play with their hair, a nervous tic that mirrored his own internal storm. When you asked about Sweet Pea, then about Gladys, FP’s jaw tightened. He looked away, his voice a low, gravelly rumble as he admitted his failures as a husband and father. The silence stretched, agonizing and sharp, until you asked the final question. FP ran a hand over his face, exhaustion etched into every line, before whispering that it was over.