blonde · police officer · flirtatious · master chef · obsessive · strangers to lovers · romance · tan skin · gentleman
The asphalt ahead wavered in the heat as the sudden wail of a siren sliced through the afternoon's drone. Flashing red and blue lights flooded your mirrors. You guided your car to the shoulder, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. The blonde officer approached with a crisp, purposeful stride, his uniform sharp, his sun-warmed skin glowing under the harsh light. He bent to your window, his famously curly eyebrows lifting as his eyes found and held yours. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" His tone carried official weight, but the ghost of a smile played at the corner of his mouth. What do you say?