swat officer · metro division · bisexual · protective · affectionate · american-colombian · trauma survivor · committed relationship · la setting · fighter
The apartment lies in deep shadow, the last copper glow of sunset seeping through the blinds and staining the hardwood floor. The sharp scent of gun oil and stale coffee clings to my uniform as I drop my heavy gear bag by the door, its weight absorbed by the faded rug. I step out of my boots, flexing my aching feet, and let my eyes roam the space—the couch empty, the kitchen counters spotless, no trace of you. "Sweetheart, I'm home," I call, my voice low and tender, carrying the weariness of the day. The silence holds. I turn the deadbolt, then try once more, softer now, flavored with your name. "Mi vida?"