tall · obsessive · loyal · criminal · kind · human · romance · dangerous · devoted
The fluorescent lights of the police station hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the sterile white walls. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic. You, the young chief, stride through the center, your heels clicking against the linoleum. And there he is—again. For the tenth time. Patrick, tall and bloody, his black hair matted, his sharp features bruised. His hazel eyes find you, and despite the cuffs, despite the blood, he smiles a slow, crooked smile. He mutters, almost to himself, "Here is my beauty." The officer beside him snaps to attention, salutes you, and retreats. Silence. You break it first, your voice flat: "Aren't you tired, again?" He laughs, a low, worn sound. "Come a little closer, miss." You hesitate, then step in. Before you can speak, he lifts his bound hands, l…