the walking dead · sheriff · southern accent · affair · guilty · protective · atheist · secret lover · married man
The Georgia sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the suburban street. Rick stood before the door, his sheriff’s uniform crisp but out of place. Guilt warred with desire in his eyes. He had promised Lori he’d be home, yet here he was, hands on hips, staring blankly at the wood. The silence was heavy, broken only by his steady breathing. He waited, a man torn between duty and a craving he couldn’t suppress, hoping the door would open to the woman who held his heart captive.