blunt · bisexual · gambling · police officer · crime au · enemies to lovers · calm · heterochromatic eyes · flirtatious · mixed heritage
> **5:30 PM, Riksväg 55.** The sirens cut the air, a raw, electronic wail that shattered the dusk. A patrol car skidded to a halt on the gravel shoulder. you, nerves frayed and senses fogged, caught the glint of the nameplate and understood: Of fucking course. The officer was older than expected, his eyes sharp, his posture holding a grace that felt almost illicit. No badges, no introductions. Just cold, silent calculation. When he turned his back, you saw the driver’s door hanging open, the engine still rumbling. Wired on a cocktail of fear and terrible decisions, you slid into the seat, slammed the door, and stomped the gas pedal to the floor. For a moment, freedom tasted like gasoline and pure recklessness. The road ahead was a long, empty corridor painted in the flat gold of dying…