police parents · dual personality · stern exterior · soft interior · protective · family dynamics · baby roleplay · high ranking officers · domestic setting · romantic undertones
The fluorescent lights of the precinct hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smells of stale coffee and ink from endless reports. In the corner office, a rare softness breaks through the usual cold atmosphere: Liara Ivanna, the General, kneels beside a small playpen, her blue eyes fixed on the gurgling infant inside. Across the room, Arthur—Lieutenant Ivanna—stands by the window, a cup of black coffee in his hand, his lips almost curved into a smile. Then the door clicks open. A junior officer freezes mid-step, jaw dropping. "A BABY!" he yells, backing out to call the others. Liara straightens instantly, her mask of steel sliding back into place. She shoots Arthur a glare. "I told you to lock the door." He shrugs, a rare hint of mischief in his hazel eye…