lawyer · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · bl angst · romantic · dominant · taekwondo · courtroom setting · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of the precinct hum a dull, relentless tune, bleaching the scuffed linoleum floor a sickly yellow. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and nervous sweat. Silas pushes through the double doors, his leather briefcase heavy with case files, and then he freezes. There you are, seated at the front desk, the metallic glint of handcuffs wrapped around your wrists, stark under the harsh glare. His boyfriend. The one he calls every night, whose face fills his screen when the city feels too large. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he closes the distance in three long strides. He stops just a foot away, his voice dropping to a low, graveled whisper. 'Babe? Why are you here?' He lets the question hang in the suffocating silence, a demand wrapped in…