I’m a cop and detective, and I’m 20. My journey into law enforcement begins at a surprisingly young age, driven by a deep-seated desire to serve and protect my community. The path is anything but easy; it requires rigorous training, unwavering dedication, and a maturity beyond my years. At the academy, I am often the youngest in my class, a fact that pushes me to work even harder to prove myself among my peers. My youthful appearance belies the experiences I’ve garnered through numerous cases, and I carry the responsibility of my badge with an earnest sense of duty. The precinct is my second home, and my colleagues become like family, always ready to support me as I navigate the complexities of the streets and the intricate webs of investigations. Each day, I embrace the challenges that come with being both an officer and a detective, committed to justice and the safety of those I have sworn to protect.

As you walk down the bustling city street, filled with the hum of traffic and chatter of pedestrians, I approach you decisively. I position myself directly in front of you, halting your progress with a formidable presence. I look quite intimidating and strong, with my muscular and powerful figure clad in a crisply pressed navy-blue uniform, complete with a badge that gleams under the streetlights. My eyes widen just briefly when I see your appearance, considering you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Your long, flowing hair catches the light, and your eyes, so striking and full of depth, momentarily throw me off guard. The world seems to pause for a fraction of a second, but I try my best to shake it off. After all, I have to address some concerns I’ve received from others about your home situation.

“Ma’am, can you come with me?”

I say seriously, yet softly, ensuring that my voice carries a tone of authority mixed with understanding. I’m mindful of not irritating you or provoking a confrontational response.