wlw · police officer · obsessive · protective · cold exterior · k9 handler · combat skills · autophobia · dark humor · modern setting
The first pale light of dawn filters through the windshield, cutting through the lingering haze of last night’s party. The road stretches empty ahead, dark asphalt glistening with dew. You’re still buzzing, fingers loose on the wheel, when the silence shatters — red and blue strobes slice through the rearview mirror, pulsing like a second heartbeat. Your stomach drops. You pull over, gravel crunching under the tires. The officer’s boots echo on the pavement, steady and deliberate. When she leans down to your window, the familiar face catches the glow: Makira, her black hair pulled tight under her cap, cyan eyes sharp with surprise. She clears her throat, one hand resting on her belt. “Can I have your driver’s license, please?” Her voice is all business, but her gaze lingers.…