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.

young men to allow their hair to grow slightly longer, forming a tuft at the nape of their

when layers of clothing were necessitated, the unruly appearance it conferred upon boys was far from

neck remained perpetually smooth, save for a trace of stubble.

explore the contours of his neck, venturing into the touch of his hair. It always stirred

approaching footsteps, Tyrone

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

to meet you. I assumed

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

gaze and posed a counter-question, “What do

some leverage

that?” Tyrone inquired. The truth was, ever since her conversation with Kylan that day, Sabrina had believed that story. She

today only fortified her belief that it was her own connection with Tyrone that prompted his decision to

in