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 slightly longer, forming a tuft

winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon

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

they reclined upon the bed, her fingers would explore the contours of his neck, venturing into the touch of his hair. It always stirred a subtle

footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his head to face

inquired, “How did you know I

I assumed

eyebrows, Sabrina questioned, “So, you were aware that Galilea intended to engage me in

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

leverage over

believe that?” Tyrone inquired. The truth was, ever since her conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked on testing Tyrone later

today only fortified her belief that it was her own connection