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.

led many young men to allow their hair to grow slightly longer, forming

this style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were necessitated,

nape of his neck remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble. Sometimes, the sensation of his closely cropped

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

faint sound of approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his head

inquired, “How did you know I

wished to meet you. I assumed you’d

that Galilea intended to engage me

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

her lips. “She disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me and you granted her freedom on account of me.

day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked on testing Tyrone

belief that it was her