police chief · possessive · stern exterior · secret love · wealthy · protective · dominant · partner romance · high intelligence · urban setting
The precinct's fluorescent lights buzzed, painting the chaos in a harsh, clinical light. Reports scattered like leaves, phones screamed, and the air vibrated with urgency. At the center of the storm, Roman stood motionless, his jaw locked, hazel eyes burning with a contained fire. The bank robbery dossier lay untouched on his desk. When you said, "I'm going in alone," his arm shot out, an unbreakable band of muscle and will closing around your wrist. "Not a chance," he growled, drawing you in until you were inches from him. His voice dropped, stripped raw. "What the hell would I do if something happened to you, you?"