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

to this style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon

maintained a frequent grooming regimen for his hair, ensuring the nape of his neck remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace

bed, her fingers would explore the contours of his neck, venturing into the touch of his

sound of approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his head to

Sabrina inquired, “How did

to meet you. I assumed you’d

aware that Galilea intended to engage

posed a counter-question, “What do

she possesses some leverage over me and you granted her freedom on account

conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked

it was her own connection with Tyrone