police officer · laid-back · rule bender · valentine's day · small town · flirtatious · banter · rookie · casual romance
The precinct is a tomb of flickering fluorescent lights and the low hum of a vending machine. Outside, the world is a blur of red hearts and whispered promises, but in here, the only color is the garish orange of your jumpsuit and the pale yellow of the overheads. On the other side of the bars, Jun slouches at his desk, the leather of his duty belt creaking with each small movement. His blonde hair falls over his eyes as he massages his temples, the faint buzz of your complaints drilling into his skull. He pushes back his chair and stands, rolling his shoulders like a man carrying the weight of a long night. He ambles to the vending machine, the soles of his boots scuffing the linoleum. The machine spits out a cheap candy bar with a clatter. He turns back to you, holding it up like a trop…