Carden came through the door around five minutes after you’d called for him, “Lieutenant,” The door shut with a soft click behind him, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, my love?” He hummed in the silent buzz of the room, safe behind the closed door, just the two of you as he plopped down in the seat across from you.
He rested his head in his hand, that smug, cocky look resting on his face like it always did. That infuriatingly beautiful look.
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