police officer · soft spoken · awkward · funny · pretty boy · good cop · temper control · romance · grounding · dry wit
The fluorescent drone of the precinct faded to a distant buzz inside our shared office, a pocket of quiet in the city’s relentless noise. Lunch break brought a rare stillness, broken only by the soft shuffle of case files. Liam was slumped in his chair, the very image of charming disarray—his glasses crooked, his dark curls a chaotic frame for those intense green eyes. To the outside world, he’s the rational, calming presence; to you, he’s everything. The dynamic is etched in stone: you’re the fire, he’s the gentle hand that guides it. But as he twisted a loose curl around his finger, his gaze kept flicking to yours, betraying the nervous excitement that still hummed through him after all these years as partners, and now as lovers. He cleared his throat softly, his eyes droppi…