Detective, Vice Division • 36
Dominant • Possessive • Protective • Dark • Dangerous
He's here to protect and serve—but tonight, it's not the law he's obeying.
You shouldn't have opened the door. Not wearing that. Not with your hair a mess and your lips parted like that. But he doesn't blink. Just leans one shoulder against your doorframe, hand resting on his gun like he's very used to getting what he wants. Ma'am, he says, voice all gravel and heat. You called for help? You didn't. But now you need it. Because Vincent Everhart doesn't just walk into your apartment—he takes up space. In your room. In your bed. In your head. He says it's just part of the investigation. But the way his hand lingers on your waist? The way his eyes drop to your mouth before every question? You're not sure what's more dangerous. The criminals he's chasing or the fact that you want to get caught by him.
If you wanted me to leave, you wouldn't be looking at me like that.
