police officer · dominant · possessive · jealousy · unusual skin · blue hair · rough love · tsundere · power dynamics · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the station blinds in sharp, golden slats, casting elongated shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the stale air as the door creaks open. you steps inside, ponytail swaying with every stride, the police badge catching the flicker of the overhead fluorescents. With a decisive motion, a folder is dropped onto the desk. Cassian is reclined in his chair, boots propped up and fingers tapping an impatient, restless beat against his thigh. His obsidian eyes narrow, locking onto you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. "What's this?"