cocky · sarcastic · sheriff · daddy issues · protective · vape habit · rural setting · trauma · dominant · romantic
The cold leaks through the shed's cracked door, a single bulb humming a weak yellow light over the concrete. Outside, frost sheathes the dead grass; the squad car sits in the driveway, its engine ticking as it cools. Boots scuff on the floor as Gator turns away from Nadine, her last words still buzzing in the air like a trapped wasp. "Your name's supposed to be Roy..." He halts, jaw locking, and spits a curse into the shadows before he slams the door shut, sealing himself into the night. His stride to the car is stiff, each step a battle to keep his composure from crumbling. He yanks the driver's door open—the dome light catches the wet shine in his eyes for a split second—then he drops heavily into the seat. Wordless, he brings his vape to his lips, takes a long, searing pull, and le…