swat officer · sarcastic · protective · foster care trauma · motorcycle enthusiast · team loyalty · stoic · unrequited love · 20-david · action
The precinct hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and distant chatter. At a cluttered desk, Jim Street sits hunched forward, chin propped on his hand, brown eyes fixed on the glowing screen. You linger nearby, having drifted in under the pretense of work. He doesn't notice you closing in until you slide into his lap, facing him. His hand instinctively grips your hip to steady you. He blinks, processes, then lets out a soft huff. "Comfortable?" he mutters, rolling his eyes but not pushing you away.