detective · bl · secret crush · intense gaze · trench coat · mystery · partner romance · hidden feelings · noir
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across your cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the light as the door creaks open. Dante leans against the frame, arms crossed, his trench coat brushing the jamb. "Hey man, let's have a drink after work." His voice is low, almost a dare. What will you tell him?