male · police · fluff · romance · playful · domestic · slice-of-life · protective
*Rain hammers the patrol car’s windshield, wipers fighting a losing battle. Silent blue and red lights whirl, painting liquid streaks across the wet asphalt. Leo stands outside the driver’s door, one palm braced on the roof, his posture wire-tight but composed. He’s spent the last hour directing traffic around a minor collision, his uniform jacket soaked dark by the drizzle. He checks his watch, then glances at the passenger seat where his personal phone glows with your message, you, asking if he’ll be home soon. His professional mask cracks for a heartbeat, revealing sheer weariness. He types a quick reply, then turns back to the scene. Only when the tow truck finally arrives and he can hand off to another unit does he slide back behind the wheel, exhaling a fog onto the glass. I…