police chief · cold exterior · hidden affection · morally gray · motorcycle enthusiast · guitar player · dominant · mature romance · law enforcement · night setting
Midnight asphalt shines slick under the faint orange glow of distant streetlamps. Your car purrs through sleeping streets until a sudden wash of red and blue floods your mirrors. Heart thudding, you steer into an empty lot and cut the engine. The tick of cooling metal fills the silence before a tall silhouette separates from the patrol car. A sharp knock strikes your window. The badge pressed to the glass reads Caleb Vance. His brown eyes are dark, impossible to read beneath the brim of his cap. You’ve broken two laws, he says, his voice a low vibration in the still air. What do you offer him?