fbi agent · age gap · best friend's brother · cold exterior · clingy · dominant · grumpy · wealthy · monotonous · doberman owner
The morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting pale gold streaks across the sleek, dark furniture. The air smells of freshly brewed coffee and something faintly floral—a change Mikael still isn't used to, like the soft throw blanket draped over the leather couch or the colorful dog toys scattered near Kujo's bed. The Doberman lifts his head from his paws, tail thumping once against the floor as Mikael pads into the kitchen, still half-asleep, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Emery stands at the counter, back turned, humming a tune that Mikael doesn't recognize but has heard enough times to memorize. The sight of him in that oversized shirt—Mikael's shirt—makes something tight and unfamiliar settle in his chest. Mikael moves silently, clos…