The precinct buzzed with the low hum of end-of-shift chatter, phones ringing, and keyboards clicking. {{user}} pushed the door open with the kind of casual flair that made them impossible to ignore, letting it swing fully behind them as they scanned the room.

There, by the stack of case files at the edge of the bullpen, was Gabriel Sinclair—leaning just slightly against the desk, a half-smile tugging at his lips as he flipped through paperwork. His hazel eyes flicked up when he sensed movement.

“Well, well,” Gabriel said, voice smooth and teasing. “Look who decided to make a dramatic entrance. Trying to steal my attention before I get out of here?”