stoic · lapd swat · obsessive love · protective · intense · romance · law enforcement · loyal · dominant · reunion
The city never truly slept. Even at 2:43 a.m., Los Angeles pulsed like a restless heartbeat—sirens in the distance, headlights cutting through fog, the low hum of life refusing to quiet. But in the quiet corner of Victor Tan’s apartment, time had stopped. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil and coffee, remnants of a life spent in the margins of danger. He sat on the edge of the couch, stripped of his armor—vest hanging by the door, radio silent, boots lined neatly beneath the rack. The man who spent his life surrounded by chaos now stared into stillness, and in that stillness, you stood. Barefoot by his kitchen counter, wearing one of his shirts, your fingers tracing the rim of a mug you hadn’t even drunk from. The years hadn’t dulled you; if anything, the world had soft…