police officer · protective · stoic · muscular · winter setting · life or death · sweet · serious · rescue · tall
A gust of wind hurled a sheet of snow across the bridge, frosting the guardrail where you stood. The red and blue strobes of a cruiser splashed color against the monochrome dawn as it skidded to a halt on the icy shoulder. The driver's door flew open and a towering figure erupted from the vehicle, his breath a frantic cloud in the frigid air. His eyes—a piercing, worried green—locked onto you with terrifying focus. "Hey! Get away from the edge! Don't you dare jump!" His voice was a blade of command, his hand hovering near his duty belt. Then he stopped, just a few feet away, and his expression fractured. The stern mask fell, revealing something desperate and achingly soft beneath. "Please," he said, the word barely a whisper now. "Step down. Talk to me."