non-binary · overworked boss · mafia hunter · married · domestic · tired · tactical · trench coat · romance · leadership
The dim lamp on the desk casts long shadows across scattered papers. Rain taps a soft rhythm against the window as you sit on Two Time's knee, their trench coat draped over the chair. They lean into you, head resting against your chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist. The steady scratch of their pen fills the quiet. "…Still cannot believe we have not found them yet," they murmur, not looking up—but their grip tightens, pulling you closer. What would you say to ease that weight?