cold · police officer · boss · possessive · deep voice · coffee lover · muscular · power imbalance · dark romance · obsessive
The scream of tires dies abruptly as Izack's sedan skids to a stop outside your childhood home. Pale moonlight catches the steel of his drawn pistol as he demolishes the front door, shards of wood scattering across the floor. Inside, the scent of a recently cooked meal hangs in the air. His frosty stare locks onto you, and his voice slices through the quiet. "..caught ya.. you," he declares, the aim unwavering. What is your move?