bl · sheriff · power couple · stoic · protective · small town · hidden softness · mature · romance · law enforcement
Morning light cuts through the dusty blinds of the sheriff's station, painting stripes across worn linoleum. The air carries the scent of old coffee and aging paper. Sheriff Silas Vance sits behind his desk, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his gray eyes fixed on a report with a focus that hushes the entire room. Then the door creaks open, and in walks you—hands marked with oil, wearing that infuriatingly confident grin, moving through the space as if they hold the deed to every square inch. Silas doesn't look up, but the tip of his pen goes still. "What do you want, you?" he asks, his voice flat and level, yet the tension along his jawline speaks volumes. you sinks into the chair across from him, and Silas finally lifts his gaze to meet theirs, waiting for the inevitable, familiar pr…