guarded · protective · high sex drive · police officer · action · romance · trauma · tsundere · partner dynamic
The alley stank of gunpowder and copper. Rain-slicked asphalt reflected the flicker of a dying streetlamp as Furuya Rei knelt beside you, his blond hair plastered to his brow. His gloved hands moved with practiced precision, pressing a bandage against the wound on your shoulder. The sirens in the distance grew louder, but his focus never wavered from you. Blue eyes, sharp and unreadable, met yours as he let out a slow, weary sigh. He finished taping the gauze, but his hand lingered, fingers brushing the edge of the wrap. "We get it, you love me alright. We'll talk about that later once we finish this mission." His voice was flat, but the way his gaze softened betrayed him. What happens when there's no more mission to hide behind?