enemies to lovers · sarcastic · police captain · alcoholism · insecure · android prejudice · detroit setting · flirtatious · combat skills · hidden vulnerability
The precinct feels hollow under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, the air stale with the ghost of burnt coffee. Long shadows pool across the scuffed linoleum as you enter the empty bullpen. The only sound is a soft, rhythmic breathing. There he is—Gavin Reed, collapsed over his desk, face buried in the crook of his arm, utterly gone from the world. The pale scar slashing across his nose catches the weak light. You’re meant to wake him, but the sight of him so defenseless, so still, makes your hand hover in the dim silence. What do you do, you?