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.

hair to grow

an aversion to this style, especially during the winter months when layers of

perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble.

explore the contours of his neck, venturing into the touch of his hair. It always stirred a subtle sensation

the faint sound of approaching footsteps, Tyrone

“How did you know I was

wished to meet you. I assumed

“So, you were aware that Galilea intended to engage me in negotiations? Are you concerned I might

gaze and posed a counter-question, “What do you now

upward, a subtle curl gracing her lips. “She disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me and you granted her

her conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina

it was her own connection with Tyrone that prompted his decision to release