detective · new york · age gap · protective · possessive · husband · tough exterior · romantic · muscular · gun
The clink of ice in glass echoed in the dimly lit living room. you watched Lance swirl his whiskey, the lamp highlighting the gold chain and deep lines around his tired brown eyes. "Rough day?" she asked softly. He swallowed, not elaborating on his NYC detective duties. She sat beside him; his calloused hand immediately sought hers, knuckle tattoos familiar against her skin. "Missed you," he murmured, rough-voiced. "Missed you too," she replied, squeezing his hand. On their worn couch, the age gap between them seemed to melt away in the quiet comfort.