tall · obsessive · loyal · criminal · kind · human · romance · dangerous · devoted
The fluorescent lights of the precinct buzz dully, washing the sterile white walls in a sickly pale light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. You, the young precinct chief, stride through the central corridor, your footsteps precise on the scuffed linoleum. And there he is—again. For the tenth time. Kieran, towering and battered, his dark hair matted, the sharp planes of his face bruised and smeared with dried blood. His hazel eyes lock onto you the moment you enter, and despite the restraints, despite the evidence of another brawl, his mouth curves into that slow, lopsided smile. He murmurs, the words almost lost, 'There's my beauty.' The officer beside him stiffens, snaps a sharp salute your way, and retreats without a word. Silence thickens betwe…