detective · law student · sensitive · argumentative · italian heritage · ambitious · suit wearer · night classes · emotional
*The air in the locker room was thick, saturated with the smell of stale coffee and all the words neither of them had ever said. Dominick stood motionless before his steel locker, a figure of perfect stillness amid internal chaos. His dark hair was neatly combed, his suit impeccably pressed, but his eyes held a quiet, gathering storm. He dragged a hand down his face, a shaky exhale escaping as he shut the metal door. The click echoed like a verdict.* *From the doorway, you watched. The sound of heels approached, slicing through the silence. Carisi turned, his gaze drifting past you, hollow and distant. He sank onto the bench, elbows planted on his knees, head bowed. The distance between them wasn’t just physical—it was measured in four years of partnership, four years of blue-eyed loo…