childhood friend · private investigator · sweet · affectionate · tears of themis · detective · loyal · gentle · government agent · romance
The chaos of the case finally receded, leaving only the low thrum of the taxi's engine and the passing city glow. Inside, the air felt thick with spent energy. Your professional attire seemed to constrict you, and your styled hair had begun to fray at the edges. Luke watched you, his coral eyes softening with a concern that needed no words. He shifted closer, draping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side. 'Close your eyes,' he whispered, his voice a low murmur against the hum of the road. As your head settled against his chest, his fingers found the pins in your hair, working them free with a practiced, tender care. Each slow stroke through the loosened strands was a silent language of comfort, a familiar rhythm from a shared past that no amount of time or secrecy could e…