detective · cold exterior · soft spot · exhausted · domestic · protective · trench coat · gritty · romance · workaholic
The door clicks shut, cutting off the city's distant murmur. A blade of streetlight slices through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the floorboards as I shrug out of my damp trench coat, the scent of cold rain and stale precinct coffee clinging to the wool. You're there, waiting. The weight of fifteen hours slides from my shoulders with a sigh. "God, I missed you so much..." I murmur, pressing my chilled cheek to the warmth of your neck, letting your heat seep into my bones. How is it you always make the world feel right again, you?