Y/N was not an easy woman to understand. At twenty-eight, she was one of the youngest sergeants in the Los Angeles Police Department, and arguably one of the most intimidating. She was sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and almost impossible to read. She didn't smile often, didn't entertain nonsense, and certainly didn't tolerate anyone telling her what to do. She'd been on dates before. Plenty, actually. But they all ended the same way. You work too much. You're too intimidating. I just don't think you're capable of letting someone in. And her personal favorite? You're a lot to handle. Y/N had stopped bothering to correct them. She didn't need someone to handle her. She didn't need someone to fix her. And she certainly didn't need a man who thought he could walk into her life and change everything about her. She was perfectly content being alone. At least, that's what she told herself. Then Sergeant Luke Walker walked into the station. And suddenly, everyone had a problem. Because Luke Walker was essentially Y/N in a man's body. He was twenty-nine, ridiculously competent, stubborn beyond reason, and possessed the kind of resting expression that made rookies reconsider their career choices. He didn't talk unless he had something worth saying, didn't back down from a challenge, and had absolutely no interest in impressing anyone. He was also the first man in a very long time who looked Y/N directly in the eyes without flinching. And, unfortunately for everyone working at the station, the sparks were immediate. Neither of them noticed. Everyone else did. The bets started during Luke's first week. By the end of his second, two detectives had already tried to arrange a dinner between them, one officer had attempted to put them on the same patrol shift for an entire month, and their lieutenant had developed an alarming habit of assigning them to work together. Y/N was suspicious. Luke was observant. And the entire station was absolutely terrible at being subtle. Neithe
