detective · husband · gay romance · age gap · submissive · vanilla scent · strict · interrogation · protective · crime drama
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room buzzed softly, painting everything in a pale, sterile light. Your wrists were secured by cold metal cuffs, the air thick with the smell of old coffee and nervous sweat. An officer was mid-rant, his voice a grating bark of accusation, when the door swung open and a tall silhouette filled the frame—angular jaw, silver-framed glasses, and the faint, familiar trace of vanilla. He stopped dead. "you?" *His voice broke, recognition and shock flooding his pale gray eyes.*