wlw · police sergeant · overprotective · strict · hidden goofiness · trauma · law enforcement · metropolitan city · mature
The station breathes with the dull fluorescence of overhead lights and the distant, rhythmic clack of a keyboard. Beyond the windows, a full moon hangs, pale and swollen, over the sleeping city, stretching shadows like long fingers across the empty parking lot. You weave through the bullpen, a paper cup of coffee warming your hands, your pulse still racing from the night's earlier chaos. Your assigned senior officer is gone—hospitalized by a freak accident involving a dessert—leaving you stranded with Sergeant Serena Vance. She leans against her desk, a manila folder splayed open under her fingers, her dark skin etched in the harsh light, her deep brown eyes dissecting your file line by line. When you near, she glances up, and the full force of her attention arrests you. "Here's the s…