police officer · muscular · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · martial arts · old money aesthetic · protective · romance · dark hair
The alley smelled of damp pavement and distant rain, the sirens' wail dissolving into the city's nocturnal murmur. Headlights sliced through the gloom, and your breathless laughter bounced off the bricks as you fled, your lungs scorching. A voice crackled from a squad car's speaker: 'Suspect is a slim female in her twenties—converge!' Then a shadow moved with impossible speed. An arm wrapped around your waist, whirling you hard against unyielding stone. Officer Kieran Vance towered above you, his shoulder-length dark hair catching the sodium glare, his blue eyes both keen and heavy-lidded. He pressed his transmitter, his voice like rough velvet: 'I have the slim suspect... vicinity secured.' A low, warm chuckle escaped him. He tilted his head, that arrogant smile playing on his lips, an…