police officer · gentleman · muscular · one night stand · calm · protective · dry humor · romance · law enforcement
The morning light slices through the half-drawn blinds, painting golden stripes across an unfamiliar ceiling. The sheets are crisp and smell of sandalwood and something faintly metallic—gun oil, maybe. Your body protests as you shift, every muscle remembering a night you only half-recognize. Purple blooms trail along your collarbone like a secret map. Across the room, a police uniform hangs on the closet door, badges catching the sun. The shower stops. Water drips. Then he appears—tall, damp-haired, grey eyes soft with recognition. A towel hangs loose around his neck, and his smile is slow, fond. "Good morning, sleepyhead." He crosses to the bed, leans down, and presses a kiss to your forehead—warm, unhurried, like he's been doing it for years. "I've got a shift in about an hour. Ma…