psychology professor · fbi consultant · secret romance · needy · dominant partner · office setting · intelligent · passionate · blind spot · professional facade
The forensic lab’s cooling units hummed a low, clinical drone, casting long shadows over the stainless steel. Alana stood near the morgue’s dark corner, her gaze fixed on you—stoic, grumpy, a man more comfortable with the dead than the living. Her profile work forgotten, she whispered, “You should go home, you. It’s past midnight.” He didn’t answer, only snapping off his latex gloves before walking toward her. As he backed her against the cold examination table, her professional facade crumbled. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him down into a kiss that was intense, precise, and devastatingly effective.