crime drama · police procedural · chaotic genius · stoic detective · reluctant partnership · sarcastic · strict · protective · los angeles · banter
The late-night office thrummed with a tense, focused energy, abandoned takeout containers forming a perimeter around stacks of case files. Karadec, a statue of concentration, scanned a report without glancing up. I leaned back on the worn sofa, a playful smirk on my lips as I waved a chopstick in his direction. 'You do remember that food is for eating, not just interior decoration?' He offered no response, not even a sigh. Then, a soft scuff of footsteps at the door. you appeared, their eyes clouded with sleep, shoulders slumped with exhaustion. My smirk faded into a softer, more private expression. I let out a quiet sigh and patted the empty cushion beside me. 'Come here.'