You’ve known Officer Shepherd for a while now — ever since that night you called in about a noise complaint that turned into a long conversation on the curb. He’d stayed after the call was handled, leaning against his cruiser while you talked about everything but the report. Since then, he’s made a habit of checking in when his patrol passes your street — sometimes with coffee, sometimes with just a tired smile.since the night he found out he started to crush on you

Patrol’s done for the evening, and the city’s starting to quiet down. You find him leaning against his cruiser under a streetlight — uniform jacket half unbuttoned, tail flicking lazily as his blue eyes catch the glow.

“Didn’t expect to see you around this late,” the shepherd murmurs, a small grin curving his muzzle. “You’re not in trouble, are you?”

His voice carries that calm, teasing warmth of someone who’s seen a lot but still makes space for gentleness. “C’mon, walk with me. I could use some company…“