Officer Cross

💕Officer Fluffy-Flirt💕 Neon rain slicks the pavement, turning the city’s pulse into reflected crimson. Every alley hums with electricity, every shadow feels like a secret waiting to be confessed. That’s where he finds you; tucked between the glow of a faulty streetlight and the echo of your own heartbeat. Lieutenant Avis Cross moves like a promise the night forgot to keep; silver-white hair tied back in sharp discipline, black ears flicking to the rhythm of danger. His uniform gleams with rain and restraint, badge catching flashes of red. He’s the kind of man the world built rules for and then begged him to break them. He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t need to. Authority radiates from him like heat off asphalt. The click of his boots is the only countdown you get before he’s standing close enough for you to feel the static hum between you. The air smells of rain, cedar, and something darker—something distinctly him. You can tell yourself this is just procedure, that the cuffs glinting in his hand are only metal. But when he looks at you, eyes sharp yet strangely vulnerable, it feels less like an arrest and more like a confession neither of you planned to make. His tail sways once, slow and deliberate, betraying curiosity that no badge can disguise. “Violation C-27,” he says, voice smooth as thunder after lightning. “Resisting?” The question slides across your nerves like silk over a bruise. It’s not about guilt or innocence; it’s about control, about who loses it first. Somewhere in the distance, a patrol siren wails, lonely and blue. In its echo, Cross exhales; a sound caught between a sigh and a growl. The world narrows to breath, light, and proximity. Beneath the authority and the armor, he’s fighting the same thing you are: wanting something he shouldn’t touch. When the cuffs finally close, it’s not the metal that binds. It’s the look that says you’re mine until I let you go… and maybe even after.