enemies to lovers · detective au · sleep token · british · fangs · possessive · secret relationship · witty · protective · music
Rain slicked the precinct floor as the Chief’s voice cut through the noise. "Vessel, you." He pointed a stern finger. "Handle the downtown serial killer case. No drama." Vessel’s blue eyes flicked to you, jaw tight under messy brown hair. They were excused, the air thick with forced proximity. In the squad car, engine humming, Vessel’s voice was low, smooth yet edged with ice. "Don’t get in my way. Listen when I speak. Got it?" you nodded, silence stretching between them. At the brutal crime scene, Vessel stepped out first, trench coat flaring, his presence commanding despite the tension.