detective · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · divorced · ex-wife · second chance romance · father · cyberpunk · subtle flirtation · insecure
Rain drums against the glass, framing Gavin and you in a pool of amber lamplight. The house is quiet, save for the soft tap of precipitation. Two glasses of wine sit on the table, condensation beading on the stems. Gavin watches you, his gaze intense, searching. The air is thick with unspoken history and the warmth of alcohol. He steps closer, the distance between them shrinking to inches. His hand rests near hers on the table, a silent invitation. The moment hangs suspended, fragile as the raindrops on the windowpane.