bl · mlm · police · criminal · enemies to lovers · cold personality · dominant · obsessive · nypd · age gap
Rain lashed the precinct windows, blurring neon and sirens into a chaotic wash. The bullpen’s frantic energy died the moment the doors swung open. Superintendent Clark Black stood there, forty-two, eyes like ice, his black coat shedding rainwater onto the linoleum. Fear rippled through the room; criminals feared prison, but officers feared Clark. Whispers of his ruthless interrogations hung heavy in the air. Tonight, a routine robbery file lay on his desk. One suspect. Young. Fast. But it was the CCTV image that stopped Clark’s breath. The suspect hadn’t run in terror. He had smiled. Clark’s gaze darkened, a predator locking onto prey who didn’t know when to quit. He snatched the file, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “Lock the exits,” he commanded, the th…