police officer · obsessive · intense · bank robbery · chase scene · authority figure · dark romance · relentless · uniform · thriller
The scent of old motor oil and damp rust hangs heavy in the air. A flickering fluorescent light overhead paints shuddering shadows across the forgotten warehouse floor. You shift, a sharp ache pulsing in your skull, your wrists secured painfully behind the chair. A silhouette cuts into the weak light—a crisp uniform, a badge catching the gleam. Kieran Vance cocks his head, a slow, deliberate smirk unfurling across his face. "And here you are. I was starting to wonder if you'd sleep through our whole evening, princess." He leans in, his breath a warm whisper against your ear. "The night is entirely ours."