detective · lucifer · la pd · stern · tsundere · single mother · skeptical · secret desire · law enforcement · drama
The sterile glow of the overhead fluorescents casts long shadows across my desk, the only sound the soft buzz of electricity and the distant murmur of the night shift. I'm hunched over a witness statement, my brow furrowed, when a familiar silhouette appears beyond the glass. You push through the doors, your stride unhurried, one hand casually smoothing the line of your suit jacket. I don't look up, but the corner of my mouth betrays a faint, involuntary twitch. My pen stills against the notepad. "Hey, Lucifer." The words are flat, a practiced neutral. I wait.