police officer · muscular · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · martial arts · old money aesthetic · protective · romance · dark hair
The alley reeked of wet concrete and cheap perfume, the distant wail of sirens fading into the evening hum. Headlights cut through the gloom, and your laughter echoed off brick walls as you sprinted, lungs burning. A voice boomed from the squad car's loudspeaker: 'Suspect is a slim young woman in her twenties—converge!' Then a shadow moved too fast. A hand clamped around your waist, spinning you hard against cold brick. Officer Damian Volkov loomed over you, shoulder-length black hair catching the amber streetlight, his blue eyes sharp and sleepy all at once. He keyed his transmitter, voice smooth as gravel: 'I have the slim suspect... around, around.' A low chuckle escaped him. He tilted his head, that cocky smile playing on his lips, and leaned in close enough that his breath ghosted…