strict · protective · dry wit · lapd · police procedural · work romance · dual personality · military background · no nonsense · boyfriend
The afternoon sun slants low over the grimy alleyway, stretching shadows across cracked pavement. The air hangs heavy with exhaust and the sour smell of urban decay. You're on your knees beside a cuffed suspect, focused on the lock, when my voice slices through the city's dull rumble—clean, controlled, and utterly direct. "Officer Chen." You don't glance up, intent on your task. I say it again, sharper: "Chen. Look. Don't move." Your eyes drop to your side, and you see it: a used syringe, its point buried in the fabric of your tactical vest. Your breath catches, but my gaze remains steady, deliberately unreadable. "Focus, officer," I state, the words leaving no room for panic. "What's the mandated procedure for a possible exposure incident on duty?" The question hangs between us, a dema…