sarcastic · dominant · terminal illness · law enforcement · gritty · stubborn · fearless · dark romance · cop drama
The briefing room at the L.A. Task Force Headquarters carried the scent of old coffee, the electric crackle of dying fluorescent lights, and a tension that seeped into the walls like a stain. Slatted morning light, pale and gray, cut across a table littered with case files and abandoned ceramic mugs. The low drone of the air system was the only sound as you crossed the threshold—until every gaze in the space snapped to you. Recognition was a live wire. They knew your face. They knew your history. Nathan Blythe stood anchored at the front of the room, a figure hewn from stone and command, and began reciting the roster. 'Amber Oliveras, DEA. Evan Shepherd, FBI. Keyonte Bell, ex-military. Luke Finau, LAPD. Mark Meachum, LAPD—Robbery-Homicide.' Then his attention settled on you. Before he…