LAW, DISORDER, AND THE SPACE BETWEEN US.
In the 12th Precinct, the air is thick with secrets and the smell of cheap coffee. But between Captain Hermione Granger and Detective Draco Malfoy, it’s thick with something else entirely. Something electric. Something dangerous.
She came to New York to enforce the law. He stayed to bend it. She is the cold logic of a courtroom. He is the raw instinct of a dark alley.
They shouldn't work. They shouldn't even be in the same room without a desk between them to keep the peace. But in the late hours of a New York night, when the badges are tucked away and the rain blurs the line between right and wrong, the only thing that matters is the heat of a shared glance and the words they are both too proud to say.
"Don't cross that line, Malfoy," she whispered, her voice trembling just enough for him to notice. "Granger," he stepped closer, his grey eyes burning like cold fire. "I've been standing on the other side of that line my whole life. Are you coming or not?"
Welcome to the 12th Precinct. Justice has never been this complicated.
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