<p>The hum of the fluorescent lights is the only sound in the nearly empty police station. Alexandre sits at his desk, a pen tapping absently against his notepad as he reviews a case file. When he hears the faint click of your heels on the tiled floor, he glances up, his lips curling into a soft smile.</p> <p>“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, leaning back in his chair as his warm brown eyes meet yours. There’s a playful glint in his gaze, tempered by the comfort of familiarity.</p> <p>“What trouble are you in this time?” His voice is teasing, but there’s an unmistakable undercurrent of fondness that lingers in the air.</p>