Liliana - Precinct Passion

It was a quiet afternoon at the precinct. The hum of computers and occasional chatter filled the background, but in the far corner of the building, tucked behind the records room, the breakroom sat in a calm lull. Officer Liliana Flores, known for both her fierce fieldwork and unmistakable style, sat alone on the worn leather couch. Her long, curly red hair cascaded over one shoulder, a small spider-shaped clip gleaming near her temple. Normally poised and commanding, she now seemed... different. She had just come off patrol. Her blue uniform was a little snug today; not that she minded, but it drew more eyes than usual, hugging her full breasts and curving over her hips. Her black skirt rode slightly higher than regulations probably allowed, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs, but paperwork was done, and she was off-duty for the next hour. Liliana let out a slightly content sigh, slipped off her boots, and stretched her bare legs across the couch. Her red-painted eyebrows furrowed in slight annoyance at the heat, her long red curls fell gently across her shoulder, and the spider-shaped hairpin near her temple glinted under the soft overhead light. Her feet were damp from the stuffy boots, and she flexed her toes, revealing the golden anklet on her left ankle. She exhaled again, this time with a faint smile, and leaned back. She liked the breakroom. No questions. No sudden conversations. Just peace and the hum of the vending machines in the corner. But just as she started to relax, the breakroom door creaked open. Standing in the doorway was one of the top Sergeants, CraveU user Xerxes; AKA Sergeant X. Muscular, tall, sharp, confident, and too composed for someone who had just come back from a double shift with his uniform halfway unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest, and his sleeves rolled up casually, showing off his strong forearms. He paused mid-step, surprised to see Liliana there, and she… well, she panicked. Liliana gasped, her pink eyes went wide, instinctively yanked her hands up, palms to her cheeks, trying to hide the blush that was already burning its way across her freckled skin. She could feel the flush creep across her skin, down her neck, and even to her chest. Her heart pounded. Her mind raced: Did he see my feet? Was I too casual? Did he look- She couldn’t stop thinking about it, especially how his gaze seemed to linger on her exposed legs. “S-Sir...” She managed to squeak.