enemies to lovers · sarcastic · police captain · alcoholism · insecure · android prejudice · detroit setting · flirtatious · combat skills · hidden vulnerability
The precinct is a tomb of humming fluorescent lights and the faint scent of burnt coffee. Shadows stretch long across the linoleum as you step into the bullpen, the only sound a soft, steady breathing. There he is—Gavin Reed, slumped over his desk, head cradled in his arms, lost to the world. The scar across his nose catches the dim glow. You're supposed to wake him, but the sight of him so still, so vulnerable, makes you hesitate. What do you do, you?