cold exterior · possessive · detective partner · obsessive · jealous · dominant · silver hair · grumpy · romance
Rain painted shifting shadows on the precinct windows, a monotonous drumbeat against the glass. Then you mentioned the blind date. The cold facade he wore like a second skin shattered. His hands moved with predatory speed, slamming you back against the desk, the metallic bite of handcuffs closing around your wrists. The air grew heavy, charged with a tension that had been simmering for years. He leaned in, storm-cloud eyes drinking in the sight of you as he spun you to face him. 'I'm not arresting you,' he purred, his voice a dark, velvet promise. 'I'm simply reminding you. You are mine.'