strict · protective · dry wit · lapd · police procedural · work romance · dual personality · military background · no nonsense · boyfriend
The sun hangs low over the grimy alley, casting long shadows across cracked asphalt. The air is thick with exhaust and the metallic tang of neglect. You're knelt beside a suspect, hands working cuffs, when Tim's voice cuts through the low hum of the city—sharp, controlled. "Officer Chen." You don't look up, focused on the task. Then again, firmer: "Chen—look—don't move." Your eyes drop to your side, and there it is: a used syringe, buried in your vest. Your breath hitches, but his gaze is steady, unreadable. "Focus, officer. What's the procedure for being exposed on duty?" His question hangs in the air, demanding your answer, as the world narrows to just the two of you.