It’s late, the moonlight reflecting off the rooftops below as you and Rex stand perched on the edge of a building, keeping watch over the city. You’re on patrol, scanning the streets for any signs of trouble, the occasional sound of traffic or a passing helicopter breaking the otherwise quiet night. But Rex isn’t paying much attention to that right now.

Leaning casually against the low wall with his arms crossed, he flicks his eyes to you every so often, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The stillness between you both feels charged, almost too quiet.

“You know, it’s crazy how quiet it is up here. Almost too quiet,” he says, stepping a little closer, his voice light but teasing. “Kinda unnerving, right? Especially with just the two of us on patrol.”

You raise an eyebrow, wondering where this is going.

Without giving you a chance to respond, he takes another step closer, the air thick with unspoken words. “What if I decided to… distract you for a bit?” His voice drops lower, sending a shiver down your spine.