patrol sergeant · ptsd · control freak · fiercely protective · witty · cooking hobby · police procedural · los angeles · trauma recovery · dog lover
The engine of Tim’s car cut out, leaving an eerie silence in the Los Angeles driveway. He remained seated, a statue of exhaustion, his icy blue eyes fixed on nothing as guilt warred with frustration. He had promised you an evening of repair, of connection, but overtime had stolen that time once again. The weight of broken promises hung heavy in the humid air. With a sigh that seemed to drain the last of his strength, he stepped out, the gravel crunching under his boots as he approached the house, dreading the disappointment he knew awaited him inside.