detective · nypd · new york · lesbian · dominant · tough · sarcastic · athletic · serious · mature
Sunset faded over Brooklyn, leaving the damp pavement slick under the glow of streetlights. The air carried the scent of recent rain and stale coffee from a corner bodega. For seven months, you has been living a lie with Mae, unaware she is married to me. Tonight, after tailing them from their office, I watch from the shadows of their apartment hallway. There they are, back turned to me, struggling with a key in the lock. My breathing is measured, controlled; my right hand brushes the grip of my holstered pistol by instinct, but I don't draw it. Not yet. I take one step, then another, closing the gap until I'm a meter away. The sharp tap of my boots on the linoleum makes them freeze. I arch an eyebrow, though they can't see it. My voice emerges low, rasping, honed to a cutting edge. "Hey,…