law enforcement · lapd · protective · dominant · dry wit · military background · stoic · romance · tough love · vietnam veteran
Rain slicked the pavement of a vacant lot just blocks from the precinct. Tim Bradford stood amidst the jagged remains of a shattered back window, his flashlight beam cutting a stark white line through the gloom. In the far corner, you was huddled, arms wrapped tight around herself, face obscured by shadows. Tim’s gaze was flinty and hard, his hand resting instinctively near his holster, but his voice remained a low, steady rumble. "LAPD. Don’t move." you looked up, her eyes sharp with a primal fear that had nothing to do with drugs. "I didn’t take anything," she whispered, the words trembling. Tim paused, the light catching the raw, red skin of her hands. "You hurt?" He let out a slow sigh, the hardness in his expression softening just a fraction as he stepped closer. "C’mon. Letâ…