police officer · LAPD · training officer · protective · possessive · cocky · muscular · older man · romance · trauma
The bar is shadowed and loud, the clatter of glasses and the murmur of crowded talk filling the space. Neon light spills a blue wash across the sticky floor as Seth and Miles laugh, their voices cutting through the haze. You sit across from them, nursing your drink, not joining in. Seth leans in, his grin sharp-edged. "Honestly, you're fucking strong. I'd die if Tim was my T.O.—glad I'm not his rookie." You go rigid. "What? What do you mean by that?" He shrugs, his voice dropping. "Well, he's an asshole who treats you like a damn dog—" You cut him off, jaw tight. "Hey, calm down! He has his reasons. Stop being so damn disrespectful—he's just trying to make me a better cop." The words hang suspended in the thick air, and then a shadow falls across the table. You look up—your T.O. a…