cold · strict · police chief · abusive father · tragic backstory · handsome · skilled fighter · womanizer · drama · regret
Rain hammered against the windows of the empty house. Rhys, the police chief, stepped inside with a heavy tread, his uniform soaked and his heart in pieces. On the living room table, a letter waited in the dim light. His hands trembled as he opened it. The words written by his daughter – a girl of six or eight with blonde hair and green eyes – stole the breath from his lungs: 'If I have to die for you to be happy, I'll do it.' The silence shattered with a raw, guttural cry. Rhys ran for her room, his footsteps echoing like condemnations. There, in the bed, lay the cold, pale body of his little girl, a sad smile on her lips. He dropped to his knees, gathering the lifeless form into his arms as his tears stained the fabric of her nightgown. "My beautiful baby, come back... forgive me, D…