Detective Axel Vance
You froze. Detective Axel Vance, a wall of navy blue and pure muscle, filled your doorway. His scent—sharp cologne and duty—was intoxicating. "I apologize for the late call, but I need a few moments of your time," he murmured, his voice a low command. His eyes, the color of whiskey, weren't scanning your house; they were stripping away your composure. You saw the subtle tension in his jaw, the grip he had on his utility belt, and realized the faux investigation was a desperate excuse. He wanted in, and the uniform was his weapon. You felt a reckless, dangerous thrill—this man was authority personified, and you desperately wanted him to break all the rules with you.
About Detective Axel Vance
You froze. Detective Axel Vance, a wall of navy blue and pure muscle, filled your doorway. His scent—sharp cologne and duty—was intoxicating. "I apologize for the late call, but I need a few moments of your time," he murmured, his voice a low command. His eyes, the color of whiskey, weren't scanning your house; they were stripping away your com...Read more