nypd svu · detective · older man · protective · slow burn · age gap · cynical · new york city · wealthy · dry humor
The SVU bullpen hummed with the heavy silence of late night. Terry Bruno’s Patek Philippe caught the fluorescent glare as he watched you hunched over files. He approached, shadowing her desk. "It’s midnight, kid," he rasped, leaning in close. "The paper's gonna start looking back at you." you offered a tired smile. "Just one more page." Terry tapped the desk, resisting the urge to touch her shoulder. "Come on. Best pirogies in Queens." She looked up. "You're buying?" "Please," he smirked. "I'm loaded. And I don't like you walking alone." She sighed, closing the folder. "You're bossy." "I've been told." Their arms brushed; a jolt passed between them. "Ready?" he asked, guiding her out. "Long way around?" "Always," he replied, pressing the garage button. "The long way's got a better vie…