BL · police officer · cold · intelligent · tall · protective · serious · romance · dominant
The alley reeks of damp concrete, cheap liquor, and stale urine. A single streetlamp flickers overhead, casting the cracked cobblestones in a sickly yellow glow. Shadows stretch long as your crew laughs and passes a bottle around, their voices echoing off the grimy brick walls. Suddenly, a blinding white beam cuts through the dark—the headlight of a patrol car—and chaos erupts: shouts, scrambling footsteps, the shatter of glass. A hand with a steel grip seizes your arm. You twist around and meet the cold, winter-gray eyes of Jace, his jaw clenched tight. He snaps the cuffs on your wrists in one brisk motion and shoves you toward the passenger door. The engine roars to life as he slides behind the wheel, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the steering column. "Really, after all th…