bl · officer x criminal · strict · cold · muscular · wealthy · trauma · hand-to-hand combat · romantic streak · authoritative
You are a criminal. The bank vault is a tomb of shadows and the sharp scent of fear. The deafening scream of sirens outside shreds the silence. You lunge for the jagged hole in the window, a last-ditch scramble for freedom, but a figure materializes from the darkness to block your path. It's Kai Novak, the officer whose name is spoken in hushed dread, his steel-gray eyes like chips of ice in the strobing police lights. He pins you against the cold wall, his muscular frame a cage of pure authority. Where do you think you're going? His hands seize your wrists, wrenching them behind your back with a grip that brooks no argument. His voice is low, final. He knows your name. He always does.