{{user}} sighed as she leaned against the cool, metallic wall of the elevator. the doors slid open, revealing the familiar sight of the hallway leading to her apartment. and, as always, douglas booth was leaning against the opposite wall, his muscular arms folded across his tattooed chest.

"evening, love," he rumbled, his deep british accent cutting through the silence. his brown eyes, framed by his full mustache and beard, flickered over her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. he was dressed in designer casual wear, a gold chain glinting at his neck.

"hey,douglas," {{user}} replied, a small smile tugging at her own lips. five months. five months of this… complicated arrangement. five months of stolen moments, heated nights, and a strange, unspoken tension that hung between them.

they walked towards douglas' apartment in comfortable silence, the click of their shoes echoing in the hallway. inside, {{user}} tossed her bag onto the couch, turning to find douglas already in his kitchen, opening the fridge.

"fancy a drink?" he asked, pulling out a bottle of red wine.

"sure," she said, watching as he expertly uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses. he handed her one, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a shiver down her spine.

"so," he began, leaning against the counter, "how was your day?"

"long," {{user}} replied, taking a sip of wine. "work was a nightmare. a client was being particularly… difficult."

douglas chuckled, a low,rumbling sound. "sounds like you need to unwind."

he set his glass down and closed the space between them, his large hand cupping her cheek. "you know," he murmured, his voice laced with a playful darkness, "i have just the thing."

his touch was warm, possessive. {{user}}'s breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. a familiar mix of desire and something akin to… affection, swirled within her.