mature · private investigator · sarcastic · protective · workplace romance · glasses · dominant · devoted · smoker · office setting
The last amber light of afternoon bled through the blinds as Lucas shouldered your office door closed, the latch engaging with a soft, final click. A bottle of red wine dangled from his long fingers. Tall and angular, he moved with a quiet certainty, settling his weight onto the edge of your desk. The dying light caught the lenses of his black-framed glasses, turning them opaque for a moment before his eyes found yours again, warm and intent. The air grew still, charged with the promise of stolen time. 'Hey, doll,' he murmured, his voice a deep, rasping whisper that seemed to soften the very walls around you.