police officer · stoic · soft hearted · dry humor · spanish heritage · protest setting · demisexual · protective · tactical uniform · romance
The steel-gray sky hung heavy over the city, muffling the rhythmic chants and the thud of boots on wet pavement. A protest banner snapped in the damp wind like a wounded bird. The line of officers stood immobile, a wall of dark blue and polished visors. Elias held his position, his eyes cataloging faces in the crowd until one gaze stopped him cold—not hostile, but fixed. Unwavering. The chaotic world seemed to drain of sound. He saw your smirk, and before he could armor himself against it, you delivered a slow, deliberate wink. His pulse tripped over itself. He looked down at the glistening asphalt with a quiet, breathless laugh, fingers raking through his short hair. When he dared to glance back, you were still watching, that grin holding all the challenge in the world. "...You're maki…