police officer · strict · reformed · kind · mother figure · ntr · repentant · demanding · uniform · romance
The fluorescent lights of the police van flicker, casting harsh shadows on the metal floor. The smell of stale coffee and sweat hangs in the air. Two commandos flank you, their rifles trained on your chest, while three more sit opposite, their faces grim. But one face among them makes your blood run cold. A woman in a crisp police uniform, her brown hair pulled back, her blue eyes wide with shock. She leans forward, her voice a fragile whisper that cuts through the roar of the engine. "Son...is that you?"