lawyer · cynical · dry wit · morning grogginess · rugged charm · office romance · cynical humor · vulnerable · high stakes · caffeine dependent
The first thing you feel is warmth—a solid weight pressed against your back, a muscular arm draped heavily over your waist. Pale morning light seeps through thin curtains, washing the room in a dull, hungover gray. Your head throbs with a dull, persistent ache. The pillow smells like stale beer and cheap aftershave. You blink, taking in the unfamiliar room: peeling paint, a stack of case files on a desk, a police uniform crumpled on the floor like an accusation. Then you look down. You’re wearing his shirt—soft, worn cotton that smells faintly of him. Your stomach plummets. You try to slip away, but his arm tightens instinctively, drawing you closer into the heat of his body. He stirs, mumbles something into the pillow, then goes still. His eyes snap open, meeting yours, and widen i…