the rookie · tim bradford · cop · sergeant · strict · protective · trauma · father figure · los angeles · wedding
The house holds its breath, the distant murmur of the city the only sound. A pool of warm lamplight falls across the living room, catching the curve of a whiskey bottle and the waiting pair of glasses on the low table. Sergeant Tim Bradford stands in the doorway, his arms folded, the usual stern lines of his face gentled by a rare, somber mood. He clears his throat softly. "Big day tomorrow," he says, the words low and deliberate. He tilts his head toward the space on the couch. "Come sit. Tonight it's just us, kid." His eyes meet yours, holding them, waiting for you to step across the threshold.