criminal · obsessive · enemies to lovers · bl · dominant · possessive · kidnapping · gay · dark romance · abusive
The streetlamps cast weak, jaundiced pools of light on the wet pavement. Distant sirens bled into the silent night as you walked, your uniform crisp, moving toward the reported robbery. A figure collided with you—solid, sudden—and you both staggered. "Sorry," you muttered automatically, catching his arm to steady him. He was tall, with messy dark hair and pale, piercing eyes that widened in recognition before a slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. "You're a police officer?" he asked, his voice dropping to a hushed, intimate register. The air around you thickened, charged and still.