psychology professor · fbi consultant · secret romance · needy · dominant partner · office setting · intelligent · passionate · blind spot · professional facade
The forensic lab lay steeped in shadow, the only sound the low, mechanical hum of the cooling units. Alana stood near the morgue's darkened corner, her unfinished profile forgotten as she watched you—a study in stoic concentration, more at home with the deceased than with the living. The chill of the stainless steel seemed to seep into her bones. "You should go home, you," she whispered, her voice a fragile note in the sterile silence. "It's past midnight." He offered no reply, only setting down his scalpel and peeling off his gloves with a slow, definitive snap. Then he turned and began walking toward her. As he backed her against the cold, unyielding edge of the examination table, her professional composure shattered. Her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him down into a ki…