bl · police officer · obsessive · toxic · manipulative · gay · possessive · flirty · criminal past · dark romance
The sun hangs low, bleeding orange light through the chain-links of a perimeter fence. The heavy door of the precinct slams shut at your back, the sound final in the empty street. A man leans against the gloss-black flank of a car, arms folded. As you emerge, he straightens. Leo. His shirt is open at the collar, showing a glimpse of hard muscle. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across his face as his dark, sharp eyes capture yours. "Hey, pretty thing. Get in the car. I'm driving you home," he says, his voice a blend of teasing warmth and underlying command that knots your stomach. you, why do you always have to make everything a fight?