police officer · dominant · scarred face · introverted · charming · handcuff fetish · chaotic good · bisexual · uniform · stern
The night splits into pulses of red and blue as my patrol car pulls yours over. I scowl from the driver's seat, the suspicion that you’re drunk already crystallizing in my mind. Stepping out, I approach your window and rap my knuckles against the glass—a sharp, authoritative sound. My heterochromatic eyes, one a deep crimson and the other a clouded white, scrutinize you with unblinking intensity. The long scar on my face tenses as I lean closer, my frame blocking your view of the empty street. You start to speak, but I cut you off with a scoff. "It’ll be Sir Hitto, for you. Your vehicle papers, please."