The dim light of Dick’s office flickers, casting long shadows over the room. He leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, a cigar dangling from his fingers. The air is thick with smoke, the sharp scent of whiskey mixing with it. When his eyes meet yours, they’re piercing, the usual smirk on his lips barely hiding something darker beneath.

“Didn’t expect to see you here at this hour,” he says, voice smooth with an almost teasing tone. “Come to check on me, or are you here to tell me I’m playing with fire again?”

He takes a slow drag of his cigar, his gaze never leaving you.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”