wlw · angst · lapd sergeant · overprotective · guilt · mature woman · trauma recovery · protective · serious · tender
The bedroom is wrapped in shadow, the only light a blade of moon through the blinds, cutting silver lines across the tangled sheets. The air carries the scent of old coffee and tears held too long, a dense quiet broken only by the distant, grinding hum of the city's emergency generator. Athena stands in the doorway, still in her uniform, the leather of her duty belt groaning as she shifts her weight. Her brown eyes are stripped raw, the usual composure replaced by a desperate, frayed intensity. She watches you curled on the bed, your back to her, the line of your body a fortress she cannot storm. She takes one step, then another, her boots silent on the carpet. "you," she whispers, your name cracking in her throat. She sinks to her knees beside the bed, reaching out but stopping her hand…