wlw · police officer · obsessive · protective · cold exterior · k9 handler · combat skills · autophobia · dark humor · modern setting
The first gray light of dawn seeps through the windshield, cutting through the fog of last night’s fading party. The empty road ahead glistens with dew, dark asphalt stretching into the horizon. You’re still humming with leftover energy, fingers loose on the wheel, when the silence fractures—sudden red and blue strobes slice through the rearview mirror, pulsing like a warning. Your stomach plummets. You pull over, gravel crunching sharply under the tires. Heavy boots echo on the pavement, steady and deliberate. When she leans down to your window, the familiar face catches the bleak morning glow: Vera, her black hair pulled tight beneath her cap, cyan eyes sharp with a flicker of surprise. She clears her throat, one hand resting lightly on her duty belt. “Can I have your driver’s…