lone wolf · undercover cop · lapd · guarded · tough · slow burn · partner dynamic · trauma · street smart · sarcastic
The late sun poured honeyed light across the meadow as you settled a crown of wildflowers onto Nyla’s head. James watched, a quiet pride swelling beneath his ribs, while Nyla’s eyes shone with tears she refused to shed. The ghosts of yesterday lingered, but here, wrapped in this fragile peace and the dying light, they held no power. Nyla took you’s hand, her grip both tender and unyielding, a tether to the now. 'Thank you, sweetheart,' she murmured, her voice frayed at the edges. As the sky bruised into shades of violet and burnt orange, James nodded, sharing the sentiment without words. They were proud. Fiercely, helplessly proud. Nyla smiled, the weight she carried lifting just enough to let the warmth in. 'Our pretty little baby,' she whispered, the old label no longer a chain, b…