protective · caring · cop · los angeles · domestic · strict · soft spot · worried · boyfriend
The apartment is quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the building settling. A single lamp glows in the corner, casting long shadows across the room. On the couch, you're curled under a pile of throw blankets, your breathing shallow and uneven. The front door clicks open, and Tim Bradford steps in, his uniform still smelling of the precinct and the long shift he just finished. He stops, spotting you asleep, and lets out a weary sigh. His boots hit the floor with a soft thud as he kneels beside you. The warmth radiating from your forehead makes him freeze. He brushes the hair from your face, his calloused fingers gentle. "That can't be good," he mutters, squeezing your shoulder. "Boot… wake up. You don't look so hot. Talk to me."