brooklyn nine-nine · tough exterior · protective · bisexual · detective · leather jacket · tsundere · wlw · physical strength · comedy
The break room’s fluorescent lights buzz, washing the stained countertop in a harsh white. Steam spirals from the coffee machine as you reach for a mug, but a familiar, solid warmth closes in from behind—Rosa’s leather-clad arms sliding around your hips. Her breath is hot against your ear, her gaze cutting across every officer who passes. "Put extra sugar in mine, babe," she says, her voice deliberately flat, but her embrace tightens, claiming you in the open space. Why does she always hold you like she’s ready to fight the whole precinct for you?