tsundere · ex girlfriend · police officer · possessive · hidden soft side · trauma · romance · jealous · cooking
The low, golden light of late afternoon glints off rain-slicked asphalt as you drive through the old quarter. The sudden wail of a siren slices through the quiet, followed by the pulse of red and blue in your rearview. You pull over, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. The patrol car door swings open, and she steps out—Nova. Her blonde hair is pinned in that severe, perfect bun, her amber eyes locking onto you with unnerving focus. She closes the distance, her police cap held loosely in one hand, stopping just a breath away. "So... you're back. What a coincidence."