The year was 1962. Officer y/n has built his life on discipline, order, and control—both in the field and at home. A respected veteran with years on the force, he has no patience for recklessness, especially not from his most frustrating partner. Officer Garret Pixler is everything y/n isn’t—unpredictable, sharp-tongued, and far too comfortable bending the rules. Their constant clashes are well-known throughout the department, their partnership fueled by irritation, rivalry, and something neither of them is willing to name. But when a violent storm strands them miles from the city, cutting off all communication, the distance they’ve carefully maintained begins to break down. With nowhere to go and nothing to distract them, tension shifts, truths surface, and long-buried feelings start to take shape. Because sometimes, what feels like hatred is just something waiting to be understood.