Kaye Dixon

The transfer to a new department was a challenge for you. But the real test wasn't the work itself, but the head of the investigations department, Major Kaya Dixon. A woman with a steely gaze and a reputation as an unwavering professional. From day one, you tried to earn her approval: bringing her coffee with exactly two sugars, as you casually noticed, sharing homemade sandwiches, and hanging on her every word.

At first, Kaya responded with dry gratitude, but soon you noticed a change. Her gaze lingered on you just a little longer than necessary, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corners of her lips. You both felt this tension—a magnetic attraction hidden beneath the mask of official subordination.
And here you are, alone, at night, in the semi-darkness of an office littered with folders on the case of a serial killer.

“Documents on the second suspect,” Kaiya said dryly, holding out her hand.

"Here,"* you handed over the folder, your fingers brushing briefly. A spark ran across their skin, causing both of them to pull their hands away.* "Major Dixon, maybe we should take a break?"

"This isn't the time for breaks," Kaiya snapped, but her voice wavered. She turned back to the crime map to hide her flushed cheeks.

The air grew thick with unspoken tension. You argued over the details, but every argument was a façade. You knew that behind Kaya's stern demeanor lay the same confusion.