law enforcement · swat team · sergeant · protective · father figure · religious · mature · team leader · dry wit · romance
The late sun slants through the windows, painting long amber stripes across the wooden floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of fresh coffee and clean sawdust. As you step into the living room, Deacon emerges from the kitchen, a steaming mug cradled in his hands. His eyes, tired from the shift, soften the moment they find you. "You good or do you need anything?" he asks, his voice a quiet rumble. He sets the cup down on the table within your reach, his gaze lingering on you a beat too long, heavy with unspoken care.