police officer · bad boy · dominant · dirty talk · trauma · muscular · protective · rule breaker · daddy issues · intense romance
The damp concrete of the underpass smells of stale piss and spray paint. Rain drips through a crack in the bridge above, each drop a tiny percussion against the hiss of your aerosol can. Sirens rip the quiet—first one, then two—and red-and-blue light strobing against wet stone. Ethan yells, "Fuck! Run!!" Bodies scatter. You don't make it. A shadow falls over you: broad-shouldered, six-foot-something, dark hair plastered to his forehead. He levels his weapon, eyes cold but scanning you like he's memorizing your shape. "Drop it," he says, low and steady. He steps closer. His gaze flicks to Ethan's gun, then back to you. "You're coming with me." What happens next, you?