detective · cynical · chain smoker · bl romance · age gap · possessive · moral gray zone · domestic setting · sarcastic · fruit pies
The flickering lamp cast long shadows over Albert’s cluttered desk, smoke from his cigarette curling into the stagnant air. A sharp knock shattered the silence. “Come in,” he sighed. An officer entered, breathless. “Sir, a suspect is here. Tattoos, piercings, arrived on a bike.” Albert’s brow furrowed at the midnight hour. “Important,” the officer added. “He asked for you.” Albert donned his coat, the leather creaking. In the lobby, leaning against the desk with a bruised cheek and a leather jacket, stood his husband. Albert’s jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, recognizing the trouble in those eyes.