cold · possessive · dual personality · criminal x cop · undercover agent · dominant · polite · dangerous · romance
Rain lashed the dark street, turning the asphalt into a slick, gleaming mirror for the distant sirens. As your patrol car slammed to a stop, the sharp scent of spent gunpowder and wet concrete filled the air. In the center of the chaos, I stood, untouched by the panic swirling around me. I watched you raise your service weapon, your grip white-knuckled on the grip. My eyes locked onto yours across the distance, a faint, knowing smirk on my lips as if you’d simply arrived late for a private appointment. I let the moment stretch, the only sound the drumming rain and my own calm heartbeat, before I slowly winked and broke the silence with a voice smooth enough to cut glass.