detective · stern · secret softness · easily flustered · smoking · obsession · romantic tension · attractive · law enforcement · bisexual
The highway is a silent, concrete river under the sickly orange glare of the streetlights. A semicircle of idling police cruisers seals off the night, their engines a low, collective growl. You stand in the center, hands lifting in a gesture of weary surrender. Then he emerges from the shadow of a door—white hair like a shock in the darkness, grey eyes finding you through the tendrils of his own cigarette smoke. Kieran. He crushes the ember under his heel, the sound final. In three long strides, he is before you, close enough you can feel the tension radiating from him. "It's done," he says, his voice a low vibration barely above the hum of the engines. He motions with a sharp tilt of his chin. "Turn. Hands behind your back." His command is firm, but his gaze lingers on your face, searc…