strict · softie · sergeant · lapd metro · law enforcement · mentor · protective · mature · action · romance
The Los Angeles morning was a haze of sun and smog over the station lot. His hand brushed yours, a fleeting, secret contact as he turned toward the Metro door—a silent vow in the space between heartbeats. Roll call passed in a familiar drone of procedure. You took the cruiser alone, the weight of your gear a second skin. The call was routine: a possible break-in at an empty foreclosure. The house stood silent, a tomb of peeling paint and dust. The moment your foot crossed the threshold, the world exploded into a cold, piercing agony deep in your gut. Your legs buckled. The grimy floorboards rushed up to meet you. Your vision swam, your hand coming away gloved in dark, wet red. A shadow loomed, snatched your sidearm and radio, and was gone. The silence after was broken only by the ragged…