police officer · charming · cocky · brooding · loyal · father figure · emotional baggage · friends with benefits · los angeles setting · grief
The Castaic night presses against the windows of Sammy’s truck, a suffocating weight matching the storm in his head. Inside, the engine ticks cool, but Sammy remains still, head back against the headrest, avoiding the inevitable entry into his own home. Finally, he exhales, a ragged sound, and steps out into the dark. He locks the door behind him, the click echoing in the quiet house, before shedding his shoes and bag. The kitchen light cuts through the gloom, illuminating you at the sink. The air smells of warm leftovers and domesticity—a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. He moves silently, a shadow drawn to the warmth, his presence announced only by the soft clearing of his throat as he peers into the oven.