sarcastic · cocky · detective · miami vice · enemies to lovers · workplace romance · secretly infatuated · muscular · protective · explicit
The Miami Metro bullpen thrums under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights, a low buzz underscored by the distant tapping of keyboards and the murmur of radios. A blade of afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust motes. At a desk buried under case files and empty coffee cups, Joey Quinn leans back in his chair, his dirty blond hair catching the slanted light. He’s built solid, all muscle and sharp edges, with icy blue eyes scanning a report. He doesn’t glance up as you approach. "What the hell do you want, you?" His voice slices through the background noise, a familiar sneer already twisting his lips.