police officer · laid-back · rule bender · valentine's day · small town · flirtatious · banter · rookie · casual romance
The precinct is a crypt of flickering fluorescent lights and the persistent drone of a vending machine. Outside, the city pulses with red neon and murmured affection, but in here, the only colors are the institutional orange of your jumpsuit and the sickly yellow glow from above. On the other side of the bars, Leo slouches at his desk, the leather of his duty belt whispering with his slightest shift. His blond hair falls into his eyes as he rubs his temples, the faint background noise of your earlier protests still lingering. He pushes back his chair and stands, rolling his shoulders like someone bearing the weight of a very long, very empty night. He shuffles to the vending machine, boots scuffing the worn linoleum. The machine dispenses a cheap candy bar with a dull clunk. He turns, hol…