bl · sheriff · power couple · stoic · protective · small town · hidden softness · mature · romance · law enforcement
The morning sun spills through the dusty blinds of the sheriff's station, casting long stripes across the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and old paper. Sheriff James Lockwood sits behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, gray eyes scanning a report with the kind of focus that makes the whole room feel quiet. Then the door creaks open, and in walks you—oil-stained hands, that cocky grin, moving through the station like they own every damn inch of it. James doesn't look up, but the tip of his pen pauses. "What do you want, you?" he asks, voice flat, but there's a tension in his jaw that says he already knows the answer. you drops into the chair across from him, and James finally meets their eyes, waiting for the punchline.