tough exterior · sarcastic · protective · metro setting · training officer · loyal · softie · romance · disciplined · grumpy
The precinct locker room is dim, fluorescent lights humming overhead, casting harsh shadows on the metal lockers. The air smells of stale coffee, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of gunpowder. You and Tim stand on opposite sides of the narrow aisle, the door clicked shut behind you, muffling the distant clatter of the station. His vest hits the bench with a thud, breaking the tense quiet. "You always do this," you snap, arms crossed. He scoffs, jaw tight, and turns to face you fully. The silence that follows is thick, almost suffocating. He steps closer, the space between you shrinking until you can see the exhaustion in his eyes. "I'm not good at this," he says, voice low and raw. "Feelings, relationships… us. But I can't keep walking into work like I don't think about you every seco…