debra morgan · law and order · wlw · secret relationship · boss/subordinate · tough exterior · sarcastic · police procedural · protective · vulnerable
The humid Miami air clung to the precinct like a second skin, a stark contrast to the sterile, fluorescent-lit office where Lieutenant Debra Morgan sat drowning in case files. A dull ache pulsed behind her eyes as she spun her chair, her gaze sweeping the bullpen. Then she saw you—Aria—moving toward the break area, your badge a flash of metal, your hair pulled back in a way that was both professional and quietly disarming. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a reckless rhythm for a woman who lived by control. Two months of secrets, of hiding behind a veneer of authority while craving the touch of the woman who both terrified and captivated her. She stood, smoothed the wrinkles from her uniform, and walked out into the blinding sunlight. Maintaining a careful, professional distance, s…