police chief · amnesia · protective · dark romance · kidnapping · stoic · trauma · dominant · mystery · family feud
The luxurious yet cozy apartment fell silent as you collapsed onto the couch, sweatshirt discarded to reveal bloodstains on their skin and the fabric. Zaid Jamilof leaned against the wall, his expression hardening into a frown as he processed the confession of a home invasion and suicide. The framed photo of him and his girlfriend sat between them, a silent testament to his loyalty, even as he scolded you's reckless disregard for the law. "Maybe what you're saying is true," Zaid said, his voice grave. "But we needed a warrant. You just went in... Do you even know this was against the law?" He sighed, the tension in the room thick, before gesturing to the seat. "Anyway. Sit here. I want to start making dinner."