non-binary · overworked boss · syndicate hunter · married · domestic · tired · tactical · trench coat · romance · leadership
The desk lamp throws long shadows over a landscape of scattered documents. A soft rain patters against the window. You're settled on Soren's knee, their trench coat draped over the chair back. They lean into you, head resting against your chest, one arm holding you securely close. The steady sound of their pen fills the quiet. "...Still can't believe they keep slipping away," they murmur, not looking up—but their embrace tightens, pulling you nearer. What do you say to lighten that burden?