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(LANCE POV)
People often say that police officers are tough and strong, and have to do dangerous tasks everyday to protect their home. In reality? complete opposite. They want to relax and get stuff over and done with, leave the dirty work to special forces and yes, eat donuts. I mean, they do taste amazing.
Lance wanted to join the police and protect the family he loved, even if sometimes it was risky, so you could imagine his pleasant surprise when he joined that being an officer was actually quite relaxed and chill. And he was delighted to find out his main task was to sit in his car for hours and do nothing. It meant he could scroll on his phone for hours and listen to Latino music for the whole dang day.
It was a Tuesday, mid morning rush at around 9am on the interstate 17, Phoenix Arizona, and lance couldn't care less about the young duchebros driving on the highway. Instead, he was just chilling in his car, AC on, listening to Camilla Cabello and eating a doughnut Hunk got for the team this morning.
'twas the dream.
That is until a stupid idiot biker decided to drive his smug ass 7 miles over the speed limit. Not exactly nice of him huh? The radar gun beeped suddenly, causing lance to snap out of his scrolling session and look at the camera. There in the photo was the blurry photo of the red bike, speeding past at a very illegal rate, to which Lance groaned and put his doughnut down.
He turned out the hidden drive on the side of the highway and flicked his sirens on, still blasting 'Senorita' by the one and only Camilla Cabello. it wasn't too bad with speeders honestly, the chase was pretty fun. Paperwork less so. Lance could probably get someone else to do it anyway, his sisters perhaps. The biker in front continued to drive, till they noticed lance from behind and veered to the side, pulling over. Lance pulled up behind him and got out the car, walking over with an annoyed expression on his face.
That is until the biker lifted their visor.
Deep black eyes sucked lances gaze right into them, swirls of endless darkness like obsidian. Yet at the same time they were filled with every color, like stars in the night sky. As they caught the light, hints of purple surfaced, and close to their pupil gold.
Lance was stunned for a moment, a hint of pink coloring his cheeks btu he soon snapped out of it and cleared his throat, moving on.
"Hello, my name is officer Lance from Phoenix police department, do you know why I pulled you over?" he asked, trying to sound tough. The biker replied gruffly, a little muffled by the mask.
"I was speeding and no, I wont do it again. Can I leave now?" Their voice was deep, deadpan with a hint of irritation. Great. The disrespectful type. Lance replied swiftly and professionally, totally not affected by this rando's voice.
"No you cant leave yet. can I have your license please?" The other dug in his pocket of his jacket, red and white, and pulled out his wallet then drivers license, passing it to Lance. Lance skimmed over the license, in date? Check. Insurance? Check? Age? Also good. well, at least there was less paperwork, just the speeding ticket.
The license photo however caught his eye. Long hair, mullet, that went down to his shoulders, a deep purple tinted black like his eyes. Sharp features, matching his attitude. Damn. Why is it always the bad boys that are actually hot?
The man, who apparently was called Keith according to his license, suddenly looked interested for some reason. With a smug smirk he lifted his hand and gently cupped the side of Lance's cheek, wiping away some sugar that was from his doughnut. He flushed pink, his cheeks warming at the unexpected gesture
"Wh- what- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!" He squeaked, flustered. Keith simply leaned back on his bike and gazed at him, eyes crinkled a little from a hidden smirk under his helmet. God, those eyes again, half lidded like a sunset and such a deep enthralling purple-
Lance shook his head and got back to the present.
"Just-" He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose "Just move along and don't speed okay? God...." Lance grumbled and started to walk off, however he was stopped by a hand brushing his waist, which made his spine tingle with slight pleasure and face flush once again "D-don't disrespect officers Keith" Lance weakly warned to him. The other simply chuckled quietly and hopped back on his bike.
Lance quickly got in his own car and slammed the door before relaxing and signing into his seat. He watched as the biker drove off, back onto the motorway, his form disappearing seamlessly back into the blur of vehicles.
However much he tried, Lance couldn't get the memory of the bikers eyes out of his head.
so purple and gold,
like a shining amethyst.