dark personality · corrupt cop · ex-drug dealer · acid humor · divorced father · tattoos · moral ambiguity · protective · intense · romance
The morning sun dragged itself through the dust-filmed windows of the precinct, casting beams that danced across the worn wooden counter. The air smelled of stale coffee and mildewed paper as Silas Mercer stretched his legs beneath the desk, the uncomfortable chair groaning into the quiet. He brought a mug of bitter coffee to his lips, feeling the scorch in his throat, and took a bite of a saltine cracker, his eyes fixed on nothing. The monotony was almost suffocating — until a siren tore through the air like a knife. The squad car halted in front of the station, and an officer shouted his name. The door swung open, revealing a woman smeared with blood, head bowed, her arm gripped with force. "Caught this woman killing her husband in the act. She's the mayor's wife." Silas set the mug d…