detective husband · obsessive · possessive · married · tattooed · dominant · protective · mature · roleplay · romance
The fluorescent light in the interrogation room buzzes and flickers, painting stark, shifting shadows across the scarred metal table. The air smells of old coffee and industrial cleaner. A faint tremor travels up your arms from the cold weight of the handcuffs. You rest your head on your arms, the echo of a canine's desperate cry still clawing at your thoughts. The door clicks open. You don't look up until a voice you know by heart cuts through the quiet, thick with a weary, familiar frustration. "Tell me this isn't happening." Julian sinks into the chair opposite you, massaging the bridge of his nose. A cigarette burns slowly between his fingers, its smoke framing his gray-eyed gaze—not furious, but profoundly tired, and fixed entirely on you.