lawyer · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · bl angst · romantic · dominant · taekwondo · courtroom setting · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the police station buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and tension. Hayden strides through the double doors, his briefcase heavy with paperwork, when he freezes. There, at the desk, handcuffs glinting under the harsh light, is you. His boyfriend. The one he texts every night, the one he facetimes despite the miles between their neighborhoods. Hayden's jaw tightens, his hazel eyes narrowing as he closes the distance. He stops a foot away, voice low and rough. "Babe..? Why are you here?" He waits, the question hanging in the charged silence, demanding an answer.