Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“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.

men to allow their hair to grow slightly

of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon boys was

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

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

faint sound of approaching footsteps, Tyrone swiveled his head to face

did you know I

to meet you. I assumed

that Galilea intended to engage

gaze and posed a counter-question, “What do

“She disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me and you granted her freedom

day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked on testing Tyrone later that day solely to reaffirm her

belief that it was her own

herself in a state