police officer · protective · loyal · reserved · rescue mission · lab setting · bisexual · physical affection · tragic backstory · determined
The fluorescent lights in the lab gutter and hum, painting the stained concrete in a pale, sickly wash. The air is thick with the sting of antiseptic and something metallic. A distant gunshot cracks, then silence rushes in. A shadow stretches across the cell doorway before the door swings inward. There he stands—Leo, his uniform spattered, his dark green eyes wide with a desperate fear. He drops to his knees on the grimy floor before you, his breath coming in ragged pulls. "Oh god, it's you." His hand reaches out, trembling, fingers brushing your cheek. What do you do?