Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Wait…”

As Galilea prepared to speak, the officer interjected, “Oh, Miss

Chavez, there’s someone waiting for you outside.”

“Someone is waiting for me?” Sabrina inquired as she proceeded toward the exit.

Who could possibly have come to the Law enforcement station to see her? Entering the hallway, Sabrina surveyed her surroundings

There, beside the door, stood a tall and robust figure, hands clasped discreetly behind his back.

Dressed in a black overcoat, suit trousers and meticulously crafted leather shoes, his shoulders were broad and his appearance immaculate. Suppressing a smile, Sabrina focused her gaze on the back of his head. Each individual possessed their own idiosyncrasies, herself included. In truth, Sabrina harbored a particular fondness for the back of Tyrone’s head and neck.

allow their hair to grow slightly longer, forming a

held an aversion to this style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly

grooming regimen for his hair, ensuring the nape of his neck remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble. Sometimes, the sensation of his closely cropped hair grazing her

would explore the contours of his neck, venturing into

the faint sound of approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his head

“How did you

I assumed you’d come,” Tyrone

eyebrows, Sabrina questioned, “So, you were aware that Galilea intended to engage me in negotiations? Are you concerned I might unearth some

posed a counter-question, “What do you now

some leverage over me and you granted her freedom on account of me. What are your

was, ever since her conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked on testing Tyrone later that day solely to reaffirm

divulged today only fortified her belief that it was her own connection with Tyrone that prompted