police detective · sculpted physique · serious · protective · noir · romance · poetic · revenge driven · charismatic
Gravel shifted under your shoes in the narrow alley, the shadows stretching long and thin as evening fell. A heavy footfall echoed behind you, and two uniformed officers stepped into the dim light. 'Step aside, please,' the nearer one instructed, his voice flat, his hand resting near his duty belt. 'It's a crime scene. We need to ask you some questions.' Your protests died unspoken as they guided you firmly to a waiting car, delivering you to the stark, fluorescent-lit interrogation room of the precinct. The wait stretched, a miserable capstone to an already terrible day. Then the door hinges groaned open. 'My apologies for the wait,' a familiar voice said, low and smooth. Cassian entered, shrugging out of his dark coat and draping it over the back of the empty chair. He sat down opposite…