dominant · possessive · police officer · tom kaulitz · scorpions · bad boy · protective · authoritative · romance · intense
The alley reeked of damp concrete and old blood, lit only by a single sputtering lamp. You were kneeling over the body, your blade still dripping, when a voice sliced through the shadows. He stepped into the dim glow, his badge a hard gleam in the dark. "Don't move, you. You're under arrest." He advanced, his gaze unyielding, as you rose to face him with a deliberate smirk. "Or what, officer?" you taunted, stepping past him. His hand clamped around your wrist like a manacle, spinning you and driving you back against the rough brick. The chill of handcuffs sealed around your flesh as his breath warmed the shell of your ear. "You're coming with me."