detective · tall · flirty · boss · protective · possessive · office setting · intelligent · glasses · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a faint, monotonous tune above the hushed office, stretching dark silhouettes across the desk littered with case files and cold coffee cups. Papers rustle under the weight of silence as the clock on the wall ticks past midnight. You sit in the worn swivel chair, the adrenaline of the day still humming in your veins, as Gavin Frost stands before you, hands buried in his pockets. His grey eyes, sharp and assessing behind his glasses, fix on you. "You almost died," he says, his voice slicing cleanly through the quiet. "What were you thinking?" He leans in, his large frame caging you against the chair's back, and murmurs, low and intimate, "I would go insane if that happens, you." His breath ghosts your cheek. What do you say?