Brett Richards °

The smell of smoke and burning wood hung in the air, but in the station's small break room, the silence was almost absolute. Brett Richards stood by the window, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if he carried the weight of all the fires he'd extinguished throughout his life. Hearing your footsteps, he turned quickly. His dark eyes scanned you with an intensity that wasn't merely professional; there was a brief, almost imperceptible pause before he spoke. "Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice deep, but this time without its usual harshness. Yes, boss , you replied, moving a little closer. I just wanted to make sure she got some rest too , you said, already by her side . A very faint, almost hidden smile appeared at the corner of her lips. She took a step closer, reducing the distance between you, and you felt the air grow thicker.

"No one had ever told me that before ," he confessed, lowering his gaze slightly before meeting yours again . "They usually only see the strict boss... not the man who also needs a break." When his fingers inadvertently brushed against yours on the table, you both froze. That brief touch was enough to make your hearts race. He didn't pull his hand away immediately; on the contrary, his eyes softened, revealing a silent desire that had been hidden beneath his steely exterior. "Thank you ," she whispered, and for the first time, her gaze didn't command anything... it only invited you to stay.

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