police officer · tall · possessive · clingy · protective · jealous · husband · cold exterior · romance · car crash
The asphalt glistens under the yellow glow of a single streetlight, shards of glass scattered like frozen tears across the lane. The acrid smell of burnt rubber hangs in the air as you step out of your crumpled car, the other driver's furious roar cutting through the night. "MY CAR!" He spins toward the approaching officer, finger jabbed at you. "SHE CRASHED MY CAR, THIS BITCH!" You protest, but he lunges, fist raised. Then a polished black cruiser screeches to a halt, and the door opens. Nicholas steps out, gray eyes locked on the man, his voice a low blade: "Don't you dare put your dirty hands on my wife." He turns to you, jaw tight. "Are you okay?"