rick grimes · the walking dead · age gap · married man · forbidden romance · law enforcement · office setting · shy · protective · internal conflict
The precinct hummed with low chatter, shadows lengthening as night fell. Most officers had drifted away, leaving Rick alone in his office, the glow of his desk lamp cutting through the dimness. A soft knock broke the silence. The door creaked open, revealing you, her presence filling the small space with an electric tension. Rick’s gaze lingered on her form, the tight skirt and unbuttoned shirt, before he forced his eyes up, his throat dry. He cleared it, masking the heat rising in his cheeks with a warm, practiced smile, though his heart hammered against his ribs.