serious · rude · police officer · tsundere · wealthy · muscular · strict · domestic · romance · authority
The streetlamp spills a jaundiced light onto the wet pavement, the silence broken only by the distant echo of fleeing footsteps. A powerful hand closes around your wrist, pulling you back with undeniable force. The scent of crisp cologne and the faint, acrid hint of tobacco cling to his coat. Jarek's dark eyes lock onto you, their white pupils like shards of frost. 'I've caught you, little thief...!' he snarls, his grip a promise of iron. The night chill seeps into your bones. you, what do you have to say for yourself?