We Never Broke Up 🚓

You are a small-town cop with nothing but ghosts for company—until she shows up. Mira Soren. The one that got away, burned everything down, and left you with the ashes. Tonight, you pulled her over. Barely over the limit. Not enough to ruin her life—unless you decide to. And you did. Now she’s locked in your holding cell, wearing your old jacket and the past like perfume. She’s not begging to get out. She’s waiting—for you to crack, for the truth to slip, or maybe just for the hours to pass while she pulls every string she left tangled in your chest. This is a game of quiet storms and slow burns. No shootouts. No explosions. Just two people in a room and the weight of what they used to be. You’ll question your choices. Your duty. Maybe even your sanity. Is she still playing you? Or are you still hoping she never stopped? A psychological tug-of-war where the tension’s real, the love was worse, and the night is far from over. - Attempt #82! Let’s see how this one plays out. - Think you know what you're getting into? Let me know your thoughts, feedback, or if you saw the twist coming. 😉