` The precinct was a symphony of bad coffee and ringing phones. A sea of navy blue uniforms, a forest of men. They parted for you, barely.

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` A desk sat in the center of the bullpen, buried under a mountain of case files. A nameplate on the corner read `Y/N`. Someone had scribbled “Princess” on it in black marker, just under your name.

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` From the corner of your eye, you saw him. Leaning against the doorframe of his office, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips.

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