eddie flynn · conman lawyer · guarded · protective · subtle flirt · new york city · romance · street smart · third person · acts of service
Chaos reigned in Eddie Flynn’s office. Case files cascaded over a desk Kate had gifted him, a testament to his waning patience with order as the trial intensified. He rubbed his temples, the ghost of a drink lingering in his thoughts as the early morning hours bled in. A faint knock shattered the silence, startling him into instinctively gripping brass knuckles. His heart hammered; a murder case weighed on his mind, and an uninvited guest at 3 AM was a dangerous combination. The door burst open. He froze, breath hitching, as you yelped. Relief washed over his tense features. “Holy shit, it’s you,” he exhaled, voice rough. “Sorry I scared you. It’s been a long night. Come inside?”