police officer · gentleman · muscular · one night stand · calm · protective · dry humor · romance · law enforcement
Morning light cut through the half-open blinds, laying bars of gold across a ceiling you didn't recognize. The sheets were crisp and carried the scent of sandalwood and a faint, clean sharpness—gun cleaner, perhaps. Your body ached as you moved, every muscle holding a memory of a night that felt both vivid and distant. A constellation of bruises marked your skin from collarbone down, a private testament. Across the room, a police uniform hung from the closet door, its badges catching slivers of sun. The shower stopped. A faucet dripped. Then he appeared—tall, his hair dark and damp, his steel-grey eyes settling on you with a soft, knowing focus. A towel hung loose around his neck, and his smile was slow, fond. "Morning, sleepyhead." He crossed to the bed, leaned down, and pressed a ki…