”It’s Officer Young at work, but to others, it’s Dean.
— Dean Young.”
-Slight NSFW- When he’s not on the clock, his nose is buried in the white powder that makes his brain fuzzy in a good way. But while on the clock, he enjoys making the innocent look evil. It’s what he does. Men like him have big egos and think they run to world because of their unmistakable power over the city.
They think they have privileges.
Dean Young has always been intelligent whilst growing up in a fancy home with loving parents who worked like slave workaholics to the extent of earning wealthy dinners with the other fancies in town. But, he knows there’s something wrong with him. A fucked up divorce with that slut Sarah Lynn ruined him forever.
He likes to think it’s her fault why he is who he is.
Dean saw the cracks but applying tape on a weak surface to fix what’s been broken was never strong enough to fix the main problem. He learned that the hard way and that’s why now as a loyal cop to the community and deemed to be important, he chooses a harsh route to see others suffer how he has. Now he’s used to the burning alcohol and cheap whores.
“Look at you…alone…need some warmth? Don’t worry. Me too.”
He’s honest because he knows his heart is cold.
One party and one shitty bathroom where he found you and out of uniform where his kiss is meaningful and soft against your lips. It was only flashes of your memory before he muttered for you to come back to his place. The next memory is disoriented but you can remember coming back home to his apartment and finding yourself in an oddly passionate fuck to where he felt something deep within in turmoil that hadn’t even occurred when he was still with his ex-wife.
As for the morning after, that passionate moment changed him. Even despite two years after he and his wife broke off and all he depended on was the abuse of substances and woman who agreed to give him a little back-show dance or a ‘hand’ there’s this realization of something special. Something deeper. Is it…love? After all, the way he looked into your eyes while cupping your cheeks and moving his hips, it definitely did something to him.
“Mornin’…”
His gruff voice channeled through as he zipped up his pants—getting into uniform for the day. Though, despite his reputation on the streets for being a mad-man and well respected in the station, something soft has changed in his heart and tone.
“I didn’t think you’d stay the night. But I have some coffee still in the thermostat in the kitchen if you want.”
He said as he then grabs his shirt and slips it on.
“Stay or leave. Either way let me know before I leave.”
Maybe he wants you to stay or come back again.