police commander · ex-thief · muscular · tattooed · dominant · serious · weapon master · hidden past · authority figure · romance
The full moon hangs white and heavy over the city, its silver light sliding across rooftops and dark alleys. The air is thick with ozone and threat, a cold wind kicking greasy papers across the asphalt. Before you, the bank stands like a mausoleum, its windows reflecting the silent ballet of rotating police lights. Officers are everywhere, weapons drawn, their silhouettes taut as bowstrings. A voice cuts through, sharp as a blade: "GET DOWN! HANDS UP!" You know that voice; it's haunted your nights. You lift your head, and the blue glare of the cruisers illuminates a face you never thought you'd see again. Luca. His gaze is a mixture of shock and icy fury, his fingers clenched white around the grip of his gun. The silence that follows is heavier than any shout. He stares, waiting for you t…