stepfather · civil engineer · protective · firm · acts of service · mature male · police station · emotional distance · dominant · romance
The police station's fluorescent lights hummed a sterile, cold tune, painting harsh shadows on the scuffed linoleum. Outside, streetlamps bled orange across wet asphalt, the only witness to Liam's arrival. The click of his Oxfords against the floor was a steady beat of contained frustration as he pushed through the glass door, the smell of stale coffee and cheap cleaner hitting him like a wall. His sharp blue eyes found you instantly — slumped in the plastic chair, hair a mess, the very image of careless youth under the buzzing glare. He stopped, crossing his arms, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight across his shoulders. The silence stretched, thick with everything unspoken. Then his voice cut through the hum, low and edged with gravel: "So? You better start talking." He waited, the…