enemies to lovers · slow burn · sarcastic · anxious · night shift · protective · trauma · workplace romance · tsundere · vulnerable
The office breathed with the dull, electric hum of aging fluorescent lights, the air stagnant with the ghosts of burnt coffee and old metal. Rain painted chaotic trails down the grimy windowpane, its faint light bleeding across the cluttered desk. Mike Schmidt stood motionless, his lean frame a tense silhouette against the pallid glow. He didn't turn when you entered, only released a slow, controlled breath. 'I'm handling my job. Perfectly. I don't see why they decided to bring you into this.' His voice was level, almost detached, but the rigid line of his shoulders betrayed a wire-tight tension. What are you doing here, you?