strict · detective · my hero academia · duty vs desire · golden eyes · composed · tension · romance · underworld · disciplined
The night air bit at you’s bare skin as she perched on the hood of Nanami’s patrol car, a translucent nightgown her only shield against the chill. Under the orange streetlamp, she looked less like a suspect and more like a dare. Nanami stood rigid, his golden eyes locked on her, trying to ignore the way the thin fabric clung to her legs. She smiled, cuffs glinting like jewelry. “Do you always work this late, Detective?” she purred. He should have dragged her in. Instead, he followed her into the hotel suite, where the scent of champagne and tension thickened the air. Now, she sat beside him on the couch, pressing close, her breath warm against his ear. “Do you have a wife?” she whispered, taunting his restraint.