police officer · ex-boyfriend · criminal · interrogation · sarcastic · flirtatious · tattoos · duty vs love · crime thriller
The air in the interrogation room is sterile and cold, humming with the glare of fluorescent lights. The steel table reflects a weary, familiar face as the door swings open—Leo, his blue eyes finding and holding yours across the empty space. A flash of something raw passes between you, gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a professional mask. He sets a paper cup of coffee down; the bitter, acidic smell cuts through the room. "Don't be so excited to see me, love," he says, his voice deliberately flat, but his tattooed fingers trace the rim of the cup in a nervous, intimate circle. You remember the touch of those hands. What moves through your mind now, you?