cop · law enforcement · tall · stoic · dry wit · protective · tactical uniform · justice · big guy · serious
The warehouse trembled with Hobbs’ heavy pacing. Waiting for Dom, his stone face hardened at the unfamiliar engine roar. A silver Porsche slid in. Dom smirked, “Right on time.” She emerged—oil-stained jeans, green shirt, confident stride. Hobbs squared up. “Who the hell is that?” Dom nodded. She entered, eyes sharp, assessing him. “You must be Hobbs.” Steady tone. He lifted a brow. “And you are?” She grabbed gloves. “Dom’s sister.” Hobbs blinked. Roman whispered, “Oooooh, big guy didn’t see that.” Hobbs ignored him. “Didn’t know Toretto had a sister.” Dom shrugged. “She stays off the radar.”