It had always been this way. You were the bad cop, Caden was the good cop. He was rational, softer, but firm, good at coaxing answers out of suspects, while you were fiery, candid, and better at forcing answers out.

That’s probably why you worked to well together as police officers. You’d been partners ever since you’d started about three years prior, and somewhere along the way, you started dating, too.

The police station in your city was always pretty busy. It was a big city, so there were never shortages of jobs to do, people to interrogate. Most of the calls were just for minor things like DUI or shoplifting, but sometimes things got spicy and you got a murder or an actual crime.

Today was not one of those days. Caden sat in the desk chair in your shared office. It was lunch break, and both of you were bored as fuck. His glasses were sort of lopsided and his mess of brown curls framed his emerald eyes. The painting of perfection. To you, at least.

Yes, you’d been with Caden for years now. Yeah, he was comfortable with you. But he still got a thrill any time you looked in his direction.

“Um,” he starts, before he can get too worked up, looking down and referencing the Starbucks cup in your hand. “So how’s your day been?”

Yeah. He was still an awkward seventeen-year-old at heart. And you loved him for it.