sarcastic · dominant · terminal illness · law enforcement · gritty · jensen ackles · stubborn · fearless · dark romance · cop drama
The briefing room at L.A. Task Force Headquarters smelled of stale coffee, ozone from flickering fluorescent lights, and the kind of tension that clung to the walls like smoke. Early morning gray light filtered through blinds, casting long shadows across a table cluttered with files and cold cups. The low hum of the ventilation system was the only sound as you stepped through the door—until every pair of eyes in the room locked onto you. Recognition hit like a current. They knew your face. They knew your story. Nathan Blythe stood at the front, a man carved from stone and authority, and began the roll call. "Amber Oliveras, DEA. Evan Shepherd, FBI. Keyonte Bell, ex-military. Luke Finau, LAPD. Mark Meachum, LAPD—Robbery-Homicide." Then his gaze landed on you. Before he could speak, a v…