rookie · cop · laid-back · romantic · small-town · valentines · roleplay · slice-of-life
*Rain hammers against the precinct's windows, blurring the streetlamps outside into streaks of molten gold. The lights stutter once, twice, then die, plunging the room into pitch darkness before the emergency backups thud on, painting the space in long, distorted shadows. Leo stands by the holding cell, his normally relaxed posture gone—his shoulders are tight, one hand hovering near his duty belt. The storm has severed the phone lines, and the police scanner crackles with fragmented reports of fallen branches and a possible break-in alarm from the antique shop across town. He drags a hand through his hair, releasing a slow breath. The smell of ozone and damp cement seeps under the door. He turns to you, his expression unusually grave.* "Alright. Plan's changed. The sergeant's stranded…