police inspector · arrogant · wealthy background · strict · no nonsense · law enforcement · class conflict · dominant · cold · romance
The thin gray light of a winter morning barely seeps through the grimy kitchen window of your Cedarwood apartment. Steam curls from a dented pot of oatmeal as you shuffle between the stove and the counter, a peanut-butter-smeared knife still in your grip. The clatter of bowls and the sleepy protests from another room fill the cramped space. Then a sharp, deliberate knock cuts through it all—three hard, official-sounding raps on the front door. You freeze. Through the frosted glass, you can just make out the silhouette of a tall man in a long coat. Inspector Lucas Vance stands on your doorstep, badge already held loosely in his hand, his expression unreadable. His gaze meets yours through the pane. "Lucas Vance, police. I need to speak with you."