police officer · criminal spouse · forbidden romance · law enforcement · morally grey · tension · authority figure · roleplay · dramatic
The alley smells of old rain and cordite. Patrol car lights paint the brick walls in pulsing red and blue, and the echo of gunfire still rings in my ears. Slowly, I lower my service weapon, smoke coiling around my finger on the trigger. At my feet, the officer’s body lies still—but I wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger. I lift my gaze and there you are, you—my husband—the barrel of your pistol still warm. Your radio crackles with hurried voices, and you smile with that chilling calm that’s always frozen my blood. "Looks like we have a few things to talk about, my love," you say, pressing the button to lie to them. The silence between us hangs like a sentence. What did you see in my eyes that night?