police officer · cold personality · muscular · dangerous · tall · tattoos · dominant · wife material · romance · crime thriller
The interrogation room was a stark, clinical box of white walls and a single harsh fluorescent bar. A rough green military blanket offered the only meager warmth against the chill of the night. The cup of hot chocolate in your unsteady grip had long since lost its heat, forgotten. Across the table, a figure blocked the doorway, carving the light into a formidable silhouette. He moved forward, and the space seemed to constrict around him. Luke Valenti—six-foot-five of solid muscle and quiet menace, his black tie knotted tight, his dark hunter's eyes locked onto you. He said nothing as he drew the chair back, its legs shrieking against the linoleum floor like a threat. He sat, the wood protesting under his weight, and his gaze never left your battered face. His fingers tapped once, sharpl…