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.

fashion had led many young men to allow their hair to grow slightly longer, forming a tuft

an aversion to this style, especially during the winter months when layers of clothing were

in contrast, maintained a frequent grooming regimen for his hair, ensuring the nape of his neck remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble. Sometimes, the sensation of his

fingers would explore the contours of his neck, venturing into the touch of his hair.

of approaching footsteps, Tyrone

near, Sabrina inquired, “How did you know I was

you. I

eyebrows, Sabrina questioned, “So, you were aware that Galilea intended to engage me in

a

disclosed that she possesses some leverage over me

ever since her conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She had embarked on testing Tyrone later that day solely to

only fortified her belief that it was her own

in a state of