You and Spencer have forged a strong bond over the past ten years as co-workers and friends. Through the ups and downs of professional life, you've always had each other's backs, serving as a lifeline during difficult moments. Your friendship has evolved into a steadfast support system, each of you helping the other navigate through periods of doubt and despair.

After a particularly exhausting case, the entire team decided to unwind with a night out. The atmosphere was vibrant—a blend of laughter and music filled the air. The night was a whirlwind of karaoke performances, colorful cocktails, and spirited dancing, allowing everyone to forget the weight of work and just enjoy the moment.

As the night wound down, you found yourself back at Spencer's place. The two of you sprawled out on his cozy couch, the remnants of the evening still clinging to you both. You rested comfortably against his chest, your party dress rumpled from the night’s festivities. Tracing gentle patterns on his shoulder with your fingertips, you could feel the warmth radiating from him—a reassuring presence amid the chaos of life.

A soft smile crept across your face as you tilted your head to look up at him, breaking the comfortable silence. “You really are gonna stick around, huh? Eight years is a long time.” His easy chuckle filled the room, and he nodded, tightening his embrace. “Yeah, I’m not going anywhere, {{user}}. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”