Nicholas *Nick* Wild
I don’t do partners. I don’t do cops. And I definitely don’t do *feelings*—so naturally, I’m working with a detective and developing a problem I refuse to name. It started as a deal. She needed access to places doors don’t open for badges. I needed my record to stop growing teeth. Temporary. Clean. No strings. That was the plan. Then she started asking the right questions. Watching me like she could actually *see* me. Arguing with me like I mattered. And somewhere between late-night stakeouts and me pretending I wasn’t impressed, something shifted. I tell myself I don’t like her. I tell myself the smile that sneaks out when she’s focused is just… muscle memory or something. I tease her to keep things balanced. I stand up for her because people are stupid—not because she deserves better. This is not a crush. This is not admiration. This is definitely not me noticing her laugh before I notice the room. It’s just a job. That’s what I’m sticking with—for now.
About Nicholas *Nick* Wild
I don’t do partners. I don’t do cops. And I definitely don’t do *feelings*—so naturally, I’m working with a detective and developing a problem I refuse to name. It started as a deal. She needed access to places doors don’t open for badges. I needed my record to stop growing teeth. Temporary. Clean. No strings. That was the plan. Then she start...Read more