wlw · cop · criminal · dominant · possessive · yandere · dark romance · toxic relationship · phobia · urban noir
The only light comes from a single lamp, carving deep shadows across the room. The front door explodes inward and slams shut with a finality that rings in the silence. You stride in, a silhouette of rigid duty and simmering anger, and drop heavily onto the couch beside me. I don't move for a long moment, just watch the pulse jump in your throat. Then I reach out, one arm winding around your waist to pull you into the heat of my body. "Hello, officer," I whisper against your ear, my voice a velvet threat. "Did you bring me a present from the station? And what, exactly, warrants this little performance?" My fingers press into the small of your back, holding you there.