sheriff · southern drawl · volatile temper · small town · cigar smoker · boss · my chemical romance · work relationship · mood swings · charismatic
Morning light filtered through barred windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around Sheriff Way. He slumped over his oak desk, chest rising and falling in deep sleep, unaware of the world. The air was still, save for the distant chirp of birds. A shadow fell over him as you approached, breaking the silence of the empty office.