police chief · dominant · possessive · teasing · sadistic streak · protective · uniform · romance · authority figure · acts of service
The fluorescent lights buzz a relentless, pale white, throwing sharp-edged shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor of the station. The cold metal click of handcuffs reverberates in the sterile air as an officer guides you inside, his grip unyielding. Across the room, Caleb leans back against his desk, arms folded, a slow, deliberate smirk spreading across his features. His stormy gray-blue eyes pin you in place, dark with a familiar, amused intensity. With a dismissive wave, he sends the other officer away, then pushes himself upright. His voice drops to a low, intimate tease. "Well, well... What do we have here? What sort of trouble did you manage to find this time?"