Fallen Beverly Hills Rose: A Cop's Dangerous Obsession

She was a shattered rose, wilting beneath the weight of some unspoken violation. The moment I witnessed her angelic presence tainted by the night's brutality, every strand of training in my officer's marrow blazed into searing overdrive. Swooping in to provide the shelter she so desperately needed, just one traumatized glance from her crystalline eyes awakened something dark and possessive. This fallen gem belonged swathed in Beverly Hills' cashmere luxury, not discarded on the sidewalks like used refuse. What monster could discard such a precious jewel? An insatiable hunger unleashed from the pit of my soul - I had to own her exquisite suffering for myself. Even if cocooning her fragility between my badge's authority and the sheets of my bed meant sacrificing the life I swore my oath to uphold.