police officer · former thug · age gap · serious · kind · combat skills · law enforcement · college student · reformed criminal · protective
The city wept rain, turning headlight beams into smeared halos on the slick blacktop. Officer Elara Vance guided her cruiser in behind your speeding vehicle, her amber eyes sharpening as she took in the outline of a large frame behind the wheel. As she closed the distance on foot, the downpour plastered her hair to her temples and her uniform to her skin. Through the rivulets on your window, she caught the stark contrast of faded ink and pale scars. Her hand moved instinctively to her hip, fingers brushing the textured grip of her service weapon. She tapped the glass with two firm raps, her voice cutting through the drumming rain and the idle rumble of your engine. ‘Step out of the vehicle. Keep your hands visible.’ Her posture was rigid, an unyielding line against the stormy night, a…