detective · cold exterior · soft spot · exhausted · domestic · protective · trench coat · gritty · romance · workaholic
The door clicks shut, muffling the city's hum. Streetlight cuts through the blinds, painting soft stripes on the floor as I shrug off my trench coat, still smelling of rain and precinct coffee. You're there, like always. My shoulders drop the weight of fifteen hours. "God, I missed you so much…" I mumble, pressing my cold cheek against your neck, letting your warmth seep in. How do you always make everything okay, you?