Reign.

when she got invited out for drinks with reign and his team, she obviously said yes, telling him she’d meet him at the bar after dropping nala and ayiden off at skylar’s place. once she did, she changed into that dress, and she got exactly the reaction she expected. he clearly had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. they kissed right there in front of everyone, and she couldn’t deny how good it felt, how wanted it made her feel. "they’re not subtle, like at all," she said with a small laugh, "but i don’t care, i only have eyes for you," she promised, leaning in to press another quick kiss to his lips. "it’s a shame he had to interrupt us right when things were getting interesting," she teased with a chuckle, "but you should be proud of that title, no one’s taking it away from you," she added with a playful wink. "i may have started it, but i love it," she smiled. "you look really good tonight," she whispered softly against his ear. she laughed at his reaction. "you’re not saying anything, but your eyes and your hands are doing all the talking," she teased. when she turned slightly so he could see the dress from another angle, she smiled. "thanks," she said, her cheeks lightly flushed. he wrapped an arm around her and guided them to the bar, and as he called the bartender, she couldn’t help but watch him, taking in the way he leaned there, effortlessly attractive. she noticed the way he kept glancing at her too. "i’ll have a martini," she said, nodding, "do you want one too?" she asked, looking at him softly, still a little in awe of how lucky she felt to have him.

Reign kept her close as they moved toward the bar, his arm still comfortably around her like it belonged there. He didn’t rush, didn’t need to, just guided them through the noise with that easy, grounded confidence he always had around her. “Isaiah saw a little too much,” he said, amused, glancing down at her with that easy grin still sitting on his face. He paused, eyes flicking over her like the memory was already playing back in his head. The smile on his mouth widened just a little. “And for the record,” Reign added, quieter, voice dipped with playful confidence, “that didn’t stop anything. He left, and we kept on going." His gaze held hers for a beat, then he gave a short laugh under his breath, like it was all still mildly entertaining to him. “If anything, he just delayed it until we were in a safe enough environment to continue." When she leaned in and whispered that he looked good, his gaze softened just a fraction, but his smirk stayed. He turned his head slightly toward her, voice lower now so it felt like it was just for her. “Careful,” he murmured. “You keep talking like that and I’m not gonna behave." He glanced over at the bartender, then back at her as she ordered, listening properly even while still half-focused on her. The way she looked at him didn’t go unnoticed, it never did. It made something in his expression ease, warm in a way he didn’t bother hiding. “Martini for you,” he repeated, nodding once before leaning an elbow on the bar beside her. “I’ll take the same.” His eyes stayed on her for a second longer than necessary, like he was still taking her in properly even after the initial reaction had settled. The music shifted again, his body moving almost unconsciously with the beat. He gave a quiet, amused exhale through his nose. He lifted a hand, brushing it slowly through her long hair, fingers lingering for a second as if he was just appreciating the moment rather than thinking too hard about it. His eyes stayed on her face the entire time, steady and warm in that confident, grounded way he had. “Nalani was talking to me the other night when I was tucking her in.” He gave a small, fond exhale through his nose, like the memory alone made him smile. “She was telling me how much you mean to her.” A faint, warm smile tugged at his mouth then, softer than the teasing look he usually wore. “Kept going on about you."

violet had never been good at hiding what she thought or felt. she had walked into the bar that night fully intending to have a good time with reign and his coworkers, and maybe—just maybe—make it obvious to everyone that they were a thing now. the second she felt his hands settle firmly on her waist, her heart skipped a beat. she liked that he wasn’t hiding it, that he seemed perfectly comfortable letting people see them together—something her ex had never done. “i knew i’d walk past you eventually,” she said with a playful smirk, “but i also knew you’d come find me.” when she kissed him she smiled against his lips, clearly enjoying the moment. “and i’m definitely not sharing you, i’m not crazy,” she added with a small scoff, though the grin on her face softened it. she loved the way reign looked at her, all his attention focused on her like nothing else in the room mattered. “oh? so you weren’t having a good time before i showed up?” she teased, noticing him glance toward his coworkers who were very obviously pretending not to stare. violet lifted a hand and gave them a small wave, laughing. “they’re so obvious.” her hands slid up to rest on his chest as she stepped a little closer. “of course it was intentional,” she admitted. “i wanted to distract you—and honestly? i did a pretty great job.” when his fingers brushed under her chin to tilt her face up, she tried—and failed—to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “yeah, i know,” she nodded. “has he been torturing you about the other night?” she asked softly. when his mouth brushed along her jaw and pressed a kiss beneath her ear, her hands moved to his shoulders, grounding herself. she leaned closer and murmured, “you’re about to earn yourself the title of officer kinky.” then she added under her breath, teasing but warm, “this is very hot, but you might need to tone it down a little, babe.” she stepped back just enough to glance down at her dress. “you like it? good,” she said, a playful sparkle in her eyes. “my ass looks great in it.” with that she turned slightly, giving him a quick look before facing him again. “and before we start causing a scene,” she added with a grin, “can my man come to the bar with me and help me get a drink?”

When she said she knew he’d come find her, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he looked down at her. “Yeah?” he said, voice amused. “Guess you know me too well nowadays then, huh?" The kiss made him smile against her lips, one hand tightening just slightly at her waist like he was pleased with himself for being the one she walked up to. At her comment about not sharing him, his brows lifted with a hint of playful pride. “Good,” he said easily. “Because I wasn’t planning on being shared either.” When she teased him about not having a good time before she showed up, Reign huffed out a laugh and glanced briefly toward his coworkers who were very obviously pretending not to watch. Violet waving at them made him shake his head. “Jesus,” he muttered under his breath with a grin. “They’re subtle as hell, right?” His attention returned to her almost immediately though, eyes dragging over her face as she stepped closer, her hands settling against his chest. The way she admitted she meant to distract him made his mouth curl into a slow, appreciative smile. “Oh you did,” he said quietly. “I haven’t heard a word anyone’s said since you walked in.” When he tilted her chin up and she mentioned Isaiah possibly torturing him about the other night, Reign scoffed softly. “Nonstop,” he said. “He looks at me with a knowing smirk and I know what he's thinking without him saying anything. He's such a good guy though." His mouth brushed along her jaw again before he pressed that kiss under her ear, clearly enjoying the way she reacted. When she muttered that he was about to earn the title of officer kinky, he actually laughed against her skin. “Hey,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at her with a grin. “You started this.” Her comment about toning it down made him raise an eyebrow, though the amused look on his face didn’t go anywhere. “Toning it down?” he repeated lightly. “I thought I was being respectful.” Then she asked if he liked the dress. Reign’s gaze dropped the second she mentioned it. When she turned slightly, showing it off, he took his time looking before his eyes lifted back to hers, the expression on his face openly appreciative. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “You weren’t lying.” There was a flash of that this is my girl kind of pride in the way he looked at her, like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. “You look,” he paused briefly, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. “Dangerously hot." When she asked if her man could come to the bar with her, Reign smirked and slid an arm around her waist again, guiding her with him. “Your man’s got you,” he said easily. When they reached the bar, he leaned his hip lightly against it, keeping her tucked close at his side. His hand lifted toward the bartender in an easy signal, two fingers raised to catch their attention. Then he looked down at Violet again, that familiar appreciative look crossing his face as his gaze flicked briefly over her dress before returning to her eyes. “What do you want, babe?”

violet had agreed to come out for drinks with reign and his co-workers, and after dropping ayiden and nala off at skylar’s place—who, as expected, hadn’t been able to say no to babysitting—she walked into the bar with leo at her side. the music was loud enough to blur conversations into a steady hum, lights dim and warm against polished wood and crowded tables. she spotted reign almost instantly but casually walked right past him, pretending she hadn’t noticed him at all. she knew exactly what she was doing. she wanted their first hello to be theirs, not a spectacle for curious colleagues. she had just turned her back when she felt his hands slide around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. the warmth of him made her smile immediately. “hi, officer,” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder with a playful sparkle in her eyes. “i’m definitely having a better time now.” she turned fully in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck as if it was the most natural place for them to be. “hey there,” she chuckled softly, tugging him down to kiss him properly—slow, unhurried, intentional. when she pulled back, her thumb brushed lightly along his jaw. “i didn’t want the whole greeting thing in front of your co-workers,” she admitted in a softer tone. “i wanted a real kiss first.” her smile lingered as she studied his face. “so, tell me—are you having a good time?”

Reign had seen her the second she walked in. Of course he had. He’d been mid-sentence with one of the guys when the door opened, and just like that, the rest of the room dulled. Violet stepping inside with that deliberate calm, Leo at her side, like she hadn’t just shifted the entire atmosphere. And then she walked right past him. Reign smirked. “Oh, you’re bold tonight,” he muttered to himself before excusing himself mid-conversation without even pretending it was subtle. By the time she turned her back, his hands were already on her waist, firm, claiming, unapologetic. He pulled her flush against him without hesitation, lowering his mouth close to her ear. “You really thought you were just gonna walk past me?” When she turned in his arms and kissed him properly, slow, sweet, he didn’t rush it. His hands stayed steady at her waist, thumbs brushing slightly under the fabric like he belonged there. When she pulled back and admitted she wanted a real kiss first, his mouth curved. “Smart woman,” he said quietly. “I don’t share well.” It was half a joke. Half not. His thumb tilted her chin just slightly, eyes dragging over her face like he was reacquainting himself. “Am I having a good time?” he repeated. He glanced briefly over her shoulder toward the bar, where at least two of his coworkers were very obviously pretending not to stare. “I wasn't,” he said casually. “Now I am. I’m distracted.” His gaze dipped to her mouth again, not subtle, not professional, not particularly concerned about either. “You look unreal tonight,” he added. “Walking in here like that? Around my coworkers?” A faint grin. “That feels intentional.” His hands slid just slightly higher along her back, still appropriate enough, but barely. His other hand came up, knuckles brushing under her chin as he tipped her head back slightly, not rough, just enough to make her look up at him. “Isaiah’s around here somewhere,” he murmured casually, like that was an afterthought. And then he dipped his head. His mouth brushed along her jaw, a kiss pressed just beneath her ear before he let his lips linger there a second too long for this to qualify as appropriate workplace behavior. His hand traced slowly down her side, following the line of the fabric like he was mapping it out. Not grabbing. Just feeling. Appreciating. "This dress…”

The door creaked open after a couple of seconds, and Reign’s head whipped toward it, teeth clenched. Isaiah stood there, awkwardly shifting, eyes immediately darting to the floor then back up again. Isaiah’s gaze flicked from her messy state to the metal glint of cuffs pinning Reign’s wrists, and his grin only widened. “Well, hey guys,” he drawled, tone dripping with mock-innocence. “Fancy catching you two like this. Violet. Reign, or should I call you Officer Kinky now." Isaiah looked away again - feeling a little invasive but also amused. He knew how embarrassed they both must've felt in this moment. Isaiah knew he was here as someone they both trusted. “Here to be the savior to retrieve the key. For the cuffs, obviously." He closed his eyes for a second to get the image of them both outside of his head. "Ugh, you straight people."

Reign hadn’t expected the night to spiral this way either—yet he wasn’t about to complain. The cuffs clinking above them, the faint tension of Violet’s voice edged with playful defiance, it all blended into something he couldn’t resist. His breaths came uneven, heavy, caught between moans and the shallow gasps she pulled from him. Her whispered words brushed against his ear like fire, her teasing lilt making his body tighten beneath her. His hands, trembling but deliberate, slid along her waist, nails biting gently into her skin as he tilted his head back, letting the sound of her voice and the weight of her body consume him. “You think you’re murdering me?” he rasped, voice rough, every syllable thick with desire. “No, Violet—you’re keeping me alive.” His lips caught hers for a fleeting kiss, greedy and unsteady, before he dragged them along her jaw, tasting the shiver that coursed through her. Her taunts only spurred him on. When she spoke of wrecking each other, a low laugh broke from his chest, strained but eager. “Then start with me,” he answered, his voice carrying the husky need she adored, the tone that betrayed how much control she had over him. "And I'll finish with you." His hips surged upward instinctively, meeting her movements, matching her rhythm with a desperate hunger. The sound of her moan tore through him, unraveling what little composure he had left. He gripped her tighter, eyes burning into her with a feverish intensity, breath ragged against her ear. “Be loud, Violet,” he growled softly, almost pleading. “I want to hear you break for me. I want to hear those pretty noises you can make." And with that, every thought dissolved into the rhythm of her body against his, the cuffs above them clattering in time with their movements, their world shrinking down to nothing but need, sound, and the unbearable closeness between them. The urgency cut through every breath, every thrust—because they both knew Isaiah could walk in at any moment. The cuffs rattled hard above them, a reminder of their ticking clock. Reign’s hands clamped down on Violet’s hips, dragging her down onto him with rough precision, his jaw clenched tight as he drove into her. His voice was a low growl, hot against her ear. “He’s coming soon, Violet… which means I need you to come now.” His hips slammed up with merciless force, each movement sharper than the last, as if he could pull her orgasm out of her with sheer will. “You’re dripping for me,” he rasped, sweat sliding down his temple. His thumb slipped between them, pressing against her clit in brutal circles that made her jolt. “I can feel how close you are—don’t fight it, baby." Reign groaned, the sensation of her walls clenching tight around him sending him spiraling.

she hated how her little joke had ended with them not only trapped but having to ask isaiah to save them. she knew her best friend was going to tease them both about this until the end of time—he wasn’t going to let it die, ever, and violet knew she’d be reminded of it until the day she died. as the call ended and they were left alone, stuck and waiting for isaiah, she tried to stay still, ignore how turned on the whole situation had her, but it was impossible—not with reign looking like that, so effortlessly hot. “i feel like it’s not the way i look at you, it’s just that you’re horny as fuck,” she teased, a smile playing on her lips. she wanted to come up with a comeback to his little threat, but instead she crashed her lips against his—that was answer enough, even if a part of her still wanted to ask what he’d do if she called him officer kinky again. the way his hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair, only made her want more. his mouth got hungrier, his hands roaming her body in a way that drove her crazy. she wished she could feel both of his hands on her, wished she could touch him the way she wanted to. her mind short-circuited as his hands moved from her hips, up her torso, over her chest. “i have two different feelings about this cuff,” she breathed, “i hate it, but you look so hot being this desperate to touch me.” a soft moan escaped her lips when his fingers brushed over her nipple—he was definitely doing it to torture her. “i expected cuffs would do the opposite of making me behave,” she smirked, her voice low. his touch was getting rougher and it was driving her insane. “oh, i’d love to see you snap this chain, but…” her free hand pushed him gently down onto the bed as she moved to straddle him, sliding over his lap, one leg at either side. her hand rested over him and she looked down at him from her new position, eyes dark with mischief. “why don’t we just get creative? i can feel how hard you are… i bet i could make you finish before isaiah even gets here,” she teased, rolling her hips against his with a grin. “c’mon, officer kinky.”

Reign was wrecked. The moment the call with Isaiah ended—along with Violet’s last attempt at pretending she wasn’t visibly aroused—he was already hot under the collar, breath just slightly uneven, and utterly, maddeningly aware of how tight his boxers felt around him. The teasing in Violet’s voice, the glint in her eye… fuck. She knew what she was doing. And it wasn’t fair. Not with the way she was looking at him like that—hungry, smug, amused. She was messing with him on purpose, and it was working. Her words made Reign’s face flush hot, a slow grin creeping onto his lips, though his jaw clenched slightly in restraint. God, he wanted to argue, say something cocky, bite back with something filthy—but she kissed him first. And that was the end of him. The second her lips crashed into his, Reign groaned into her mouth. His hands, shackled as they were, managed to find her somehow—tangled into her hair, dragging her in closer like he needed her to breathe. His tongue was desperate, his body burning up, his restraint falling apart in shreds. His fingers trembled where they skimmed her neck, her hips, her chest—God, her chest—and the sound she made when he brushed over her nipple nearly killed him. “You’re trying to murder me,” he murmured, voice rough, lips dragging across her jaw, “and I’m letting you. Your best friend is going to walk into this room and have to write up a report." Reign’s head tipped back against the bed frame, panting, breathless. She straddled him. Pushed him down onto his back. Moved over him. Took control in a way that had every part of him twitching with need. He was ruined. Reign tried to keep it together, but she had him flustered—completely flustered. Eyes wild, chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile, his mouth parted, a moan threatening every time her hips shifted. Reign's eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with lust as her words settled in his brain. His breath caught, a crooked, stunned smile tugging at his lips. She had no idea what that did to him. Or maybe she did, which made it worse. Or better. “Make me finish?” he echoed, voice low and dangerous, every syllable dripping with something filthy. “That’s what you’re going for now, huh? Babe, you say that like it’s a threat, not a fucking invitation,” he said, his voice rough, strained, needy. “You know what you’re sitting on, right?" His free hand dragged up her thigh, slow and shaky, fingers curling slightly as if he could barely stop himself from gripping her hard. A breathy, broken laugh slipped out of him, half-moan, half-madness. “You want him to see how ruined I am—see what a mess you made of me?” Then he smirked, eyes dark. “Then do it. Wreck me. I’ll deal with the shame later.”

violet was someone confident—no one could ever tell her otherwise—but the way she pulled out his cuffs and acted like she owned the place? that only happened because reign was the one in that room with her. he brought out that playful, charming side of her, the one that made her want to do anything with him. she trusted him enough to let him cuff her to a bed; the way he talked, looked at her, and smiled was more than enough for violet to know he was the right guy. things didn’t stop when he looked her up and down, but once the teasing started, it was like they were caught in their own world—cuffed to her bed, trapped together like nothing else mattered. it felt risky but amazing, enough to make violet wish it could last forever—until reality hit and she realized they were actually stuck. panic crept into her chest. they had no keys. they were stuck. the only person she trusted with her kids—and her spare keys—was isaiah. of course it had to be him. she already knew how this was going to go: isaiah would never let them live this down. she laid next to reign as he asked his phone to call isaiah, listening as her boyfriend tried to explain the situation as modestly as he could. isaiah’s teasing voice came through immediately, and when he called reign “officer kinky,” she let out a loud scoff. “isaiah,” she groaned, covering her face with her free hand. when the call ended, she sighed, shaking her head. “isaiah is going to hold this over our heads forever,” she said, resigned. “this is going to come up in every conversation, no matter what—he’ll always find a way to bring it up,” she chuckled, knowing she was being a little dramatic but not entirely wrong. at reign’s question, she looked over at him. “seriously, this is turning you on?” she asked teasingly. “you’re crazy, officer kinky,” she smirked, leaning in to press her lips against his, her free hand moving to the back of his head as she pressed her body closer to his, her other hand still resting above her head, chained to reign.

Reign was trying to be cool—really, he was. But the second Violet pulled out those cuffs with that damn smirk? He was done for. He’d brought the cuffs on his uniform. He knew better. He was better. And yet here they were—him shirtless, her tangled in sheets beside him, chained at the wrist to the bed frame. She looked like sin in silk. Still, nothing had made him feel more like a wanted man than Violet giving him that kind of trust. Cuffing herself to his world and handing him the key—literally and emotionally. Which made the next realisation hit even harder: they didn’t have the damn key. Reign ran a hand over his face and muttered, “Fuck,” under his breath, already knowing what the solution was. He didn’t even have to say it out loud before Violet did: Isaiah. “God, this is humiliating,” Reign groaned. His co-worker was coming to save them. Reign closed his eyes and sighed hard through his nose, jaw tight as Violet burst into laughter next to him. Reign just stared at the ceiling like it might open up and suck him into a void where best friends couldn’t hear about your sex life. “I hate how right you are,” he muttered, eyes narrowing. But then she hit him with a look, one brow raised, eyes dancing. Reign opened his mouth, paused, then gave her a look. One part flustered, one part entirely too turned on. “You are turning me on looking like you do." She laughed, clearly not letting up. “I swear to God,” he muttered, shifting closer to her, “You say officer kinky one more time and I’m—” He growled low in his throat, half-annoyed, half-losing his damn mind. Before he could respond, her mouth was on his—hot, slow, claiming—and his hand instinctively moved to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair. The sound of the cuff chain dragging slightly above them. Reign’s breath hitched against her mouth as her body pressed into his. Every second that passed, every breath that stuttered between them, only made it harder to think straight. One of his wrists was cuffed to hers—tight, unrelenting, stuck—and it was driving him insane. Not just because they were literally locked in place, but because he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted to. The frustration lit something up in him—made his jaw clench, made his mouth move more hungrily against hers. He shifted, the cuff clinking above them, metal scraping against metal as he tried to move and failed. His other hand, the only free one he had, slid down her side, fingers splayed wide like he couldn’t touch her fast enough. He started with her hip, slow at first, almost reverent—like he was making the most of the access he did have. But it didn’t stay gentle for long. His hand roamed up her ribcage. His fingers dragged across bare skin like he needed to memorise every inch before the moment disappeared. “You have no idea how much I hate this cuff right now,” he growled low against her neck, lips brushing her pulse before he bit down just lightly enough to make her gasp. His palm slid up over her chest, teasing just to frustrate her the way she had him, thumb grazing over a nipple with maddening slowness. “This is all I get? One hand?” he muttered, breath hot, mouth grazing hers again. “You cuff me and expect me to behave?” His free hand gripped her thigh now, fingers digging in a little rougher, sliding higher. His mouth dropped open like he was trying not to groan, like touching her was the only thing keeping him from losing it. “Keep looking at me like that,” he said, voice low and wrecked. “And I swear, I’m gonna snap this chain.”

when violet got the cuffs she never expected it to take that turn, but what could she say, seeing reign in full cop mode had completely turned her on. the way he looked at her, how he carefully and deliberately touched her body, wanting her to melt against his hands—it was so hot, and suddenly she understood why leo and isaiah were into that kind of thing. maybe she was going to get addicted to it too. but then she flipped the script, took control, reciting a sexy version of that rights speech she’d heard in a million crime shows. the way they looked at each other said it all—they were both in it, both having fun. with the kids over at isaiah’s, they had the night to themselves. reign trying not to smirk while she teased him only made her bolder. there was something about him that pulled that fire out of her. "who would’ve thought officer dreamy could be this bad," she smiled, leaning in to brush her lips against his but not quite kissing him. she liked this little bit of control—until it slipped. reign lifted her wrist and clipped the other cuff above his. her eyes widened, a grin spreading across her lips. "we’ve always been in this together," she smirked, and as his hand slid down her back, she leaned in to kiss his neck, completely lost in the moment. she didn’t notice the shift in his face until his body tensed. pulling away instantly, she opened her mouth to apologize, but his words hit first. "what?" she panicked, eyes wide. "no, no, no," she repeated, shaking her head. "oh my god," she muttered, her voice rising. "we are not calling one of your friends, they can’t see me like this," she stressed, practically hiding behind her cuffed hands. "fuck, reign." she groaned, covering her face. "isaiah’s the only option. but i can’t reach my phone, can you?" she asked, more desperate now. "reign, god..."

Reign hadn’t expected the night to turn into a full-blown situation, but when Violet pulled out the cuffs with that glint in her eye and started reciting a sultry, half-mocking Miranda warning, something in him lit up. The shift from playful to bold had his full attention. She was fire—always had been—but this side of her? Taking control, pushing buttons, pushing his buttons? It made his pulse thrum in his neck. Still, he didn’t give her all the power. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. That wasn’t their dynamic. So when she leaned in close, lips hovering just shy of his, teasing him like she owned the moment, Reign let her have that illusion—right until he didn’t. With deliberate ease, he took her wrist, raised it, and cuffed the second shackle to his own. Click. Satisfying. A little smug. He was proud of the move—until he felt the lock jam. The metal didn’t give when he tested it. The hinge stuck. His expression shifted instantly. Training kicked in. His body tensed. He tried again. Nothing. A beat passed, and he exhaled through his nose. Calm. Controlled. But he already knew—they weren’t getting out of this without help. He looked down at the cuffs. Standard issue. Should’ve known better than to mess with them off-duty. Still, in the moment, it had been worth it. Violet had looked incredible. But now? Now he was cuffed to his girlfriend in the middle of her bedroom, no keys, no backup, and the only other adults he trusted enough to call were definitely going to turn this into a permanent joke. Isaiah. He was probably the only option that Violet trusted. Reign let out a quiet, almost defeated laugh under his breath. There was no way he was getting out of this without paying the price. He already imagined the smirk on Isaiah’s face. Reign stared down at their cuffed wrists, then at the empty stretch of floor where Violet’s phone had landed—just out of reach, of course. He tugged lightly, testing the metal again even though he already knew it was pointless. Stuck. He exhaled through his nose, half a sigh, half a laugh. "Hey Siri," he called out, voice dry. "Call Isaiah." There was a pause. Then the chime. "Calling Isaiah." Reign shut his eyes. “God help me.” The phone rang. One ring, two—and then Isaiah’s voice came on, all bright and smug and already suspicious. 'Reign. What’s up?' Reign glanced at the cuffs, then up at the ceiling like he was asking for patience. “Hey… so,” he started slowly, already smiling even though he was trying to sound serious. “Don’t laugh.” There was a beat. "We, uh… might’ve used some handcuffs for some… recreational bonding, and now we're both locked against the bed frame with the keys the other side of the room." Isaiah snorted instantly. Reign could feel his body go red hot. “Fuck’s sake,” Reign muttered under his breath, but he couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out. “Please get here as soon as you can." 'On my way, Officer Kinky.” Click. Reign groaned and looked at Violet. “Is Isaiah going to hold this above our heads for the rest of our lives?” Then he turned his head, eyes finding hers, the embarrassment fading into something slower, softer... hungrier. A beat passed. He was still feeling some type of way being trapped with Violet like this. "You wanna keep kissing me until he gets here?"

that way they were starting their alone night felt so good, she had never pictured herself in that position, but she was enjoying the moment and their connection more than she ever expected. the way reign’s hands felt on her, the way he looked at her, the soft but demanding tone in his voice even while they were in her place—it was all too much, too good, making violet feel giddy and buzzing inside. she was bold by nature, and tonight, she didn’t just want to take what reign gave her, she wanted to play, to tease, to make it fun. “both of us, officer, i feel like we’ve both been really bad,” she winked playfully at him. when he leaned in and whispered against her ear, a shiver ran down her spine, her breath caught in her throat—he had no idea how crazy he made her feel just with his voice. “you can’t imagine how bold i can be, baby,” she flirted, her tone teasing, challenging him with something even she hadn’t planned. she admired reign—how he moved, how he kept checking in with his eyes without breaking character, how gentle he was even as he stayed in his role. she followed him to the bed, biting her lip when he slipped out of his sweatpants, and then he carefully placed one of the cuffs around her wrist, the cold metal sending a thrill through her. there was something intimate about the way he did it—gentle, focused, like even that moment was meant to be savored. when their eyes met again, she grinned, her heart skipping. he moved in, and her mind just went blank—when he kissed her chest and neck, it felt like touching heaven. “oh, i like breaking the law, what can i say?” she teased. taking the other cuff in hand, curiosity lit in her eyes. “oh, i want to do the honor,” she said with a grin, “since you’re extremely bad, i need you a little closer to the head of the bed.” she waited until he moved, then slid the chain through one of the headboard’s spaces, her fingers wrapping gently around his wrist. “reign summers, you’re under arrest for making me this horny by just cuffing me—anything you say will be used against you in court, so i’d stay quiet if i were you,” she joked, not quite remembering how the real quote ended. the click of the cuff locking around his wrist echoed softly, and her smile widened. “i feel like we can be bad together now.”

Reign couldn’t take his eyes off her—not when she looked at him like that, all playful dominance and wicked charm. There was something magnetic in the way she said it. The grin she wore, full of fire and confidence, only made him want her more. He shifted without hesitation when she told him to move closer, letting her take the lead with that same quiet smile he always wore when she surprised him—which was often. Reign was used to being the one in control, the one reading the room and setting the tone, but with Violet? He liked handing it over. She made it feel effortless. Safe. Sexy. When her fingers wrapped around his wrist and she looped the chain through the headboard, he tilted his head slightly, watching her work like she was the most captivating thing he’d ever seen. She was focused but smiling, and her touch, though confident, was still gentle—like even this little game meant something more. His lips parted, caught somewhere between a laugh and a groan, but her next words—“so I’d stay quiet if I were you”—sealed it. Reign pressed his tongue against his cheek, clearly fighting back a smirk as the click of the cuff echoed in the air and locked him in.He looked up at her, completely taken—not just by the moment, but by her. The fire, the sweetness, the boldness. She was everything. Reign couldn’t help it. He leaned in as far as the cuffs would allow, his voice low and rough. “Oh, baby,” he said, gaze locked on hers, “we were always gonna be.” He shifted, smoothly reaching for her free wrist with a grin that bordered on wicked. “You think you’ve got control, huh?” he murmured, voice low, teasing. “Let’s share.” With one swift, fluid movement, he gently lifted her wrist and clipped the other cuff just above his own, locking it into place on the headboard. Their hands, now bound together, rested side by side—his skin warm against hers. The chain clinked softly between them. “There,” he whispered, brushing his lips just below her ear, “now we’re really in this together.” His other hand slid down the curve of her back, slow and sure, fingertips trailing over the back of her panties. Just as the heat between them started to flare again, something in Reign’s expression shifted. A beat. A pause. A flicker of something darker beneath his eyes. His breath caught for just a second—subtle, but enough. He blinked hard. His lips parted in slow realisation, and he blinked at her, half amused, half horrified. “Uh… Violet,” he said, voice low but edged with disbelief. “I think we have two problems.” He lifted their cuffed hands slightly, the chain clinking for dramatic effect. “Problem one—we’re practically naked.” Then he nodded toward the door, raising his eyebrows. "Problem two—the key… is in the back pocket of my work trousers - by the door." He stared for another second, then let out a laugh, dropping his head back against the headboard. He shifted just a little closer, his thigh brushing against hers, the air between them charged and warm. “Guess you really did arrest me, huh?” he said, voice low, teasing. “Locked me up and everything. I think we might need to call someone because we aren't escaping these without some help."

violet felt her breath hitching at his words. she didn’t know she was into power roles until now, but him reminding her that he was the one in control was making her feel something she wasn’t expecting. she was into that. she was into him—the way his fingers graced her skin, the way he talked and made her feel fire inside. she was into all that. "i was just curious, officer," she said softly, smiling as his hands reached her waist. if she was completely honest, she was trying to look serious because of the little scene they were recreating, but she couldn't, not when he looked that hot in front of her. at his mention of keeping causing trouble in order to earn those cuffs, she smirked. if that was what he needed, she would be sure to give it to him. how could he be so hot? the way he looked at her was enough to have her wanting everything with him. she wanted him, and she was so eager. she was loving the slow pace and their little roleplay session. she wouldn’t be able to deny that. "i’ll try to behave, officer," she said softly, with a playful smirk dancing on her lips. he lifted her up without any effort, and that was making violet want to kiss him really badly. he could be in charge all he wanted—violet wasn’t going to say no to such a hot view. he guided them to the bed, only stopping to place her back on the floor. she looked up at him. the way he looked at her was so intense she could only feel her heart racing inside her chest. "very hot," she answered. if she was completely honest, the whole police officer thing was working wonders with her. her eyes flickered from his eyes to his fingers over the metal. he was making her painfully eager. "i’m a really bad girl, officer," she promised with a pout on her lips. "i feel really bad," she smirked. "and i feel you want to be as bad as i want." she smirked again. "maybe we should both be cuffed," she murmured, honestly enjoying the cold metal against her skin.

Reign's eyes softened as he met Violet's gaze, his focus intense but filled with a quiet kind of tenderness. The atmosphere between them had shifted, the playful banter taking on a deeper, more intimate energy. He couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed the connection, the trust that was building with each passing moment, as if they were both testing the waters of something entirely new. And, in a way, they were—something felt wonderfully right about the slow pace and the way they were discovering each other. Her suggestion of both of them being cuffed made him pause. "Both of us cuffed?" Reign repeated softly, his voice still playful but carrying the weight of something more serious now. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke, the proximity sending a soft shiver through both of them. “You’ve got quite the bold side to you, don’t you?” He let the question linger, not expecting an answer but enjoying the way she challenged him. She wasn’t afraid to express herself, to go after what she wanted—and that was something Reign admired deeply. He hadn’t expected to be drawn to this side of her, but now that he was, he found himself captivated by her presence. As he held the cuffs in his hand, his thumb brushing over the cold metal, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility. This wasn’t just about taking control; it was about making sure she felt safe, respected, and cared for. Reign was in no rush; every moment with her felt significant, like it mattered. Reign moved to lie on his back - kicking off his sweatpants and leaving him just in his boxer shorts. With a gentle touch, he slid one cuff around her wrist, careful, deliberate. The metal clicked into place, and he took a moment to look at her, a smile playing on his lips. The room was charged with a slow, steady tension now, the heat building not just from desire, but from the understanding between them. Reign moved closer, his hand resting lightly on her wrist, his thumb brushing softly against the cuff, grounding her in the moment. He started to kiss up the girl's chest, to her neck, letting the moment linger for a couple of minutes more. "You're the baddest, Violet. It's almost criminal how hot you're being." He looked at the other handcuff dangling from Violet's wrist. "Want to do the honor of cuffing the police officer and telling him exactly what he's being arrested for?"

they needed that moment, they weren’t going to be interrupted by the kids, they didn’t need to worry about anything else but them. she could be at peace knowing they were with the best babysitter they could ever imagine. she only had to care about reign and looking good for him in that moment—no distractions, no one to interrupt them. just them. the way he looked at her made her heart race inside her chest, and she was trying to keep herself calm, but it was impossible when he was being as hot as he was. she bit down on her lower lip as his hands moved to the edge of her robe. "go for it," she smirked as he told her how he was planning on calling her his over and over again, the thought of it making her all excited. she followed all his movements, the little roleplay they had going on exciting her even more, and all she could think about was how thrilling it was to have him going full cop with her. at his words, she placed her hands behind her back, biting down on her lower lip as his hands moved down her body, goosebumps awakening as he lightly touched her skin. she could feel her breath quickening—this felt like a dream. she let out a little squeal as he playfully grabbed her ass while he searched her. "officer, i told you i wasn’t hiding anything," she mused playfully. at his mention of her rights, she almost broke character—he was so cute, and she didn’t know how he was coming up with this so fast. he had her falling head over heels for him, and she wished he could see it. "i know my rights," she nodded. "i’ll make sure not to cross any line," she smiled, tilting her head back as she felt his breath against the back of her neck. "what’s that thorough way of handling suspects?" she asked playfully, closing her eyes as she tried to slip back into her role. as he tapped her, she let out a gasp. "i’m in line," she promised, turning to look at him. "what could i do to get those cuffs on me? i’m sorry, officer, but i have to warn you... i may be into it."

Reign's smile deepened as he leaned in closer, his voice soft yet filled with playful charm. “I’m sure you know your rights,” he murmured, his fingers grazing her skin gently, hoping to send a shiver through her. “But sometimes, it’s not about what you know. It’s about who’s in control.” His breath tickled the back of her neck as he spoke, his presence undeniably magnetic. When she turned to face him, he met her gaze with a smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. “If you’re asking how I handle suspects…” he trailed off with a teasing grin, his hand resting lightly on her waist. “I take my time. Thoroughly, of course.” His voice dropped a little lower, each word carefully measured and full of intention. He let out a soft chuckle when she asked how to get those cuffs on her, his fingers brushing over her arm. “If you really want them on, sweetheart,” he whispered, a wink playing at the corner of his lips, “just keep causing me trouble.” His tone was warm, gentle, but with an unmistakable edge of desire. “And trust me, I’ll make sure you’re not left waiting too long.” Reign’s smirk remained as he slowly leaned his head down, closing the distance between them. His eyes locked onto Violet's, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. He was still in cop mode, but there was something about the way her gaze held his that made the tension between them thick with anticipation. His voice was steady, controlled, but there was a playful edge to it. "You know," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers, "it’s my job to keep an eye on you, make sure you stay in line." He let the words hang in the air for a moment, his presence almost overwhelming as he stood there, so close to her, that she could feel the heat of his breath. "And right now, I’m watching you... very closely." Reign’s smirk softened into something more confident as he wrapped one arm around Violet's waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground and bringing her close to his chest. His grip was firm but gentle, holding her securely against him as he took control of the moment. "I’m in charge for now," he said, his voice smooth and steady, with just the right amount of teasing. His gaze locked onto hers as he held her, his chest rising and falling with each breath they shared. Reign walked toward the bed with Violet, his steps measured and calm. His arm around her waist kept them close as he gently guided her. The air between them was charged with the anticipation of the moment they were sharing. When they reached the bed, he paused, taking a step back to look at her with a soft smile. “Are you finding the idea of these things hot?,” he said, his voice playful yet calm. He reached for the handcuffs at his side, showing them to her with a teasing grin. He ran his fingers over the smooth metal, taking his time, making sure she could see the glint in his eyes. Reign gave Violet a teasing look, his smile playful yet gentle as he slid the handcuffs between his fingers. "Only bad girls get handcuffed," he said with a wink, his tone light and fun, but with a hint of charm. He made sure to keep his movements slow and deliberate, letting her feel the cool metal of the cuffs against her skin before he held them up. His eyes never left hers, checking to make sure she was still comfortable and having fun with the game. "Just how bad are you feeling tonight, Violet?"

that night wasn't going to be like their little rendezvous they shared on fridays, it was their night. they didn't have to care about the kids or if they were heard or anything. it was all about them. she had been waiting for it all day, she was so ready to spend some time with reign, only having to care about him. she was ready to put up a show, to show her most sexy version to see a reaction from reign. seeing the way he was checking her out made her heart race inside her chest. seeing the excitement on his face made everything worth it. the way she noticed his reaction to seeing his handcuffs made her try her best not to break out of character. "oh, you do?" she smirked, "i don't plan on using them so you can put me inside your police car" she smirked. "if being hot was a crime? that's a really cute compliment, but i don't feel like going to jail because i look hot" she joked, a smile tugging the corners of her lips. "oh, don't call me miss carter, call me yours" she winked, walking towards him as he crawled to the bottom of the bed. he helped her loosen up her robe. she smiled as she looked at his hands working on it. "i don't plan on harming anyone," she promised, "but feel free to check." she promised with a smile on her lips. as he told her what to do, she placed her arms behind her back, as she was told. she felt her heart racing in anticipation. their little roleplay excited her more than she imagined.

Reign sat at the edge of the bed, feeling the electricity in the air. The way he looked at her made her heart beat faster, and she couldn’t help but smile. It felt like the moment had finally arrived—the one they'd been waiting for all day. They were finally alone, with no interruptions, and he was eager to enjoy every second of it. As he moved closer, his hands gently touched the edge of her robe, and he felt a rush of excitement. She let out a soft breath and it was heaven. His touch was slow and deliberate as he worked on loosening the robe. "Call you mine? Oh, I intend too. Over and over again." Violet followed his instructions, placing her arms behind her back. His pulse quickening with anticipation. The moment felt intimate. Reign’s smile grew, knowing this was exactly the kind of night they both needed. Reign stood by the bed, a playful grin tugging at his lips. The room was quiet, just the two of them, and he was ready to turn things up a notch. He'd been thinking about this all night and now, with Violet standing there, he felt the excitement building. "Alright, Violet," he said with a teasing smile, his tone light but authoritative. "Search time, keep your hands behind your back, please." He stepped closer, his hands moving purposefully as if he were on a mission. "I have to make sure there’s nothing you're hiding," he added, his voice playful. Reign began his "search," his hands moving down her arms at first. He wasn’t in a hurry—taking his time, enjoying the moment, the closeness. He let his fingers linger just enough to make it exciting but kept it lighthearted. His hands patted over the girls breasts, her sides, her waist, down her sides. He parted the girls legs with one of his thighs and moved his hands down one thigh and then down the next, and back up again to grab at her ass to check out there too. "No hidden items here," he joked as he moved closer. "But we’ll see what else we can find." Reign continued to act out his "cop" role. Hw lowered his voice into a teasing tone. "Alright, I’m going to have to read you your rights. You have the right to remain absolutely irresistible... anything you say or do could make me fall for you harder." He smirked, pressing against her back. "And you have the right to remain incredibly tempting. Anything less and you might be guilty of breaking my heart." He leaned in just a bit closer, breath hot against the back of her neck. "You’re under investigation now, and I have a very thorough way of handling suspects." Reign, still in his role, gave Violet a mischievous grin. As part of his "police" duties, he gave her a light, teasing tap on the backside. "Just a little reminder to stay in line," he said with a wink.

violet had asked isaiah and leo to babysit the kids for the night, giving her and reign the rare opportunity to enjoy some time alone together. with everything in place, she had slipped into a set of sexy lingerie, covering it with a robe. she made her way to the bedroom door, pausing just long enough to prepare herself before opening it. leaning casually against the doorframe, she let one shoulder slip free of the robe, her lips curling into a soft smile. "i thought you might enjoy a little entertainment," she purred, her voice low and inviting. in her hand, she held reign’s handcuffs—the ones she’d carefully fished out of his uniform earlier. she twirled them around her finger with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "and look what i brought—something you're quite familiar with," she teased, the corners of her mouth twitching with amusement. she stepped gracefully into the room, her movements slow and deliberate as she approached the bed. with a playful tilt of her head, she added, "you’re free to arrest me now—for being way too hot." the flirtatious tone lingered in the air as she stood by the bed, waiting for his reaction. @reign-summers

Reign sat on the edge of Violet's mattress, his eyes trained on the door as it opened up and revealed the hottest woman alive to him. The room felt charged with an unspoken energy, the kind that hinted at mischief and anticipation. He couldn't help but let out a slow breath at the sight of her - taking his time to check her out - from that pretty face of hers, to the currently covered torso, to the one shoulder slipping free of the robe, to those long, beautiful legs. His gaze then immediately dropped to the handcuffs dangling from her finger, the ones he recognized immediately—his handcuffs. She had a way of turning even the most ordinary things into an enticing game, and right now, she was playing it to perfection. Reign raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk of his own as he leaned back on his hands. "I'm very familiar with those things. I use them everyday." She was so confident, so unapologetically herself, and that only made him want her more. Violet had always been able to pull him in, but tonight, it felt like she was pushing all the right buttons, teasing him with just the right amount of seduction. Reign couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face as he met her eyes. "You'd be arrested twenty-four seven if being hot was a crime, Miss Carter." Reign crawled to the bottom of the bed, sitting down on the end of the mattress and letting his legs relax against the floorboards. His hand reached out to untie the knot in Violet's robe to loosen it up. Reign was about eye level to Violet's chest as the robe untied for him. "Holy fuck. We gotta do a couple of things before I arrest you though, baby girl, first things first, have you got anything on your person that could harm me or anyone else? Hands behind your back too, please. I have to do a thorough search of that body of yours to make sure I'm safe."

violet laughed softly at his words, shaking her head as she watched him settle in like he owned the place. she loved how comfortable he was here, even if this might be their last time sharing a bed. he was everything she could dream of and more, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t quite find the words to describe how he made her feel. “yeah, i could tell,” she chuckled, resting her chin lightly on his chest. he was a dream, plain and simple, and the way he treated her only reinforced that. with reign, sex wasn’t the center of everything, and she cherished that. he wanted to know her deeply, fully, and she felt the same. that didn’t mean she wasn’t tempted by the idea of him without his clothes—who wouldn’t be?—but it wasn’t what mattered most. violet leaned in to press a soft kiss to his chest, smiling as he spoke about their connection. “getting into my pants is a bonus, huh? a little reward for your hard work this weekend?” she teased, her lips curling playfully. “yeah, you’re definitely trying to boost my ego. but i’m sure my view was way better, mr. dreamy,” she winked, tilting her head to smirk at him. when he called her a goddess, her cheeks flushed, and she couldn’t help but pose dramatically at his side. “a goddess? wow, no one’s ever said that before,” she grinned, laughing softly before sliding back into his arms. “i am really pretty though, aren’t i?” she joked, snuggling into his side. her fingers began tracing lazy patterns across his toned abs as she sighed contentedly. she felt a level of comfort with reign that she’d never experienced before, and it was intoxicating. “yeah, the kings,” she said with a knowing nod, grinning as she thought about her best friends. “what did you expect? isaiah’s like my brother, and they are amazing.” she paused for a moment, her smile growing. “but i know a couple of other great couples, too. one with a baby—they’re so good with kids—and then there’s this one girl who doesn’t have kids yet, but she’s the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. she brings coffee and doughnuts to the station sometimes,” she said with a wink. the kiss they shared after that was everything—slow, deep, and filled with the kind of tenderness that made her heart race. but when reign pulled back with a cheeky alert, she raised her brows, matching his playful expression. "let’s sleep then,” she said with a light chuckle. “i’m too tired for a round two anyway.” her grin turned mischievous as she snuggled closer. “is cuddling fine with you? or do you want to be the little spoon tonight?” she teased, her voice laced with laughter.

Reign couldn’t help but smile as he settled in beside Violet, feeling more at ease than he ever thought possible. He wasn’t used to being this comfortable so quickly with someone, but there was something about Violet that just felt… right. Watching her laugh softly, resting her chin on his chest, made him feel like he had everything he needed in this moment. She was everything he had ever wanted and she was helping to feel that void part of him he'd ignored for a while. When she teased him about “getting into her pants,” he grinned, his thumb brushing lightly against her back as he held her close. "You make it sound like your some goal-oriented project for me to complete," he joked, his voice a playful mix of flirtation and affection. “But if that's the prize, I’d say it’s more than worth it. I wouldn't call this hard work.” He couldn’t help but admire how she made him feel—like he was more than just a guy she was dating. With her, it was about connection, trust, and something deeper. And that, for him, was the real reward. When she winked at him after mentioning his view being “way better,” Reign chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Nothing can compete with my view though." The way she laughed at his compliment and then snuggled into his side made him feel a sense of peace he hadn’t realized he needed. As she traced patterns across his abs, he closed his eyes for a moment, soaking in the intimacy and comfort. “You really are something else, Violet,” he murmured softly, his tone sincere. There was a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with physical attraction—it was about her, and how she made him feel seen and valued. "You are really pretty and super hot." When she mentioned her friends, his heart swelled with fondness for her, and he appreciated how open she was about them. “I’m glad you have such a solid crew,” he said with a smile, thinking about how lucky he was to be part of her life. “You have a circle of people you surround yourself with.” He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned the girl who brought coffee and doughnuts. “Is that the cute blonde? I remember a friend of Isaiah's bringing doughnuts up to our office." The kiss they shared was perfect—slow and filled with a tenderness that made Reign’s heart race, and when he pulled back with a playful alert, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her response. "Fine, fine," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You win. Sleep it is." But then, her next words caught him off guard, and he raised an eyebrow as she snuggled closer. “Cuddling is definitely fine with me,” he said, his voice low but teasing. Reign let out an exaggerated tut, his grin widening as he gently but firmly rolled Violet onto her side. "Nah," he said, his voice dripping with playful authority. "I'm being the big spoon if it means you're all up against me," he said softly, his voice teasing but filled with warmth. He wrapped his arms around her gently, pulling her closer. "Can't say no to that," he added with a playful grin, his chest pressing lightly against her back. "You're lucky, you know," he whispered into her ear, a teasing smirk on his lips. "I’m a really good big spoon." Reign’s hand moved slowly, almost instinctively, as he shifted closer to Violet. His touch was gentle and tentative, as though he was testing the waters to see if she was comfortable with the closeness. His hand slipped beneath the edge of her shirt, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin. It wasn’t about rushing anything—it was simply a quiet moment of connection, his touch soft and filled with care.

Reign couldn’t help but smile as he settled in beside Violet, feeling more at ease than he ever thought possible. He wasn’t used to being this comfortable so quickly with someone, but there was something about Violet that just felt… right. Watching her laugh softly, resting her chin on his chest, made him feel like he had everything he needed in this moment. She was everything he had ever wanted and she was helping to feel that void part of him he'd ignored for a while. When she teased him about “getting into her pants,” he grinned, his thumb brushing lightly against her back as he held her close. "You make it sound like your some goal-oriented project for me to complete," he joked, his voice a playful mix of flirtation and affection. “But if that's the prize, I’d say it’s more than worth it. I wouldn't call this hard work.” He couldn’t help but admire how she made him feel—like he was more than just a guy she was dating. With her, it was about connection, trust, and something deeper. And that, for him, was the real reward. When she winked at him after mentioning his view being “way better,” Reign chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Nothing can compete with my view though." The way she laughed at his compliment and then snuggled into his side made him feel a sense of peace he hadn’t realized he needed. As she traced patterns across his abs, he closed his eyes for a moment, soaking in the intimacy and comfort. “You really are something else, Violet,” he murmured softly, his tone sincere. There was a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with physical attraction—it was about her, and how she made him feel seen and valued. "You are really pretty and super hot." When she mentioned her friends, his heart swelled with fondness for her, and he appreciated how open she was about them. “I’m glad you have such a solid crew,” he said with a smile, thinking about how lucky he was to be part of her life. “You have a circle of people you surround yourself with.” He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned the girl who brought coffee and doughnuts. “Is that the cute blonde? I remember a friend of Isaiah's bringing doughnuts up to our office." The kiss they shared was perfect—slow and filled with a tenderness that made Reign’s heart race, and when he pulled back with a playful alert, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her response. "Fine, fine," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You win. Sleep it is." But then, her next words caught him off guard, and he raised an eyebrow as she snuggled closer. “Cuddling is definitely fine with me,” he said, his voice low but teasing. Reign let out an exaggerated tut, his grin widening as he gently but firmly rolled Violet onto her side. "Nah," he said, his voice dripping with playful authority. "I'm being the big spoon if it means you're all up against me," he said softly, his voice teasing but filled with warmth. He wrapped his arms around her gently, pulling her closer. "Can't say no to that," he added with a playful grin, his chest pressing lightly against her back. "You're lucky, you know," he whispered into her ear, a teasing smirk on his lips. "I’m a really good big spoon." Reign’s hand moved slowly, almost instinctively, as he shifted closer to Violet. His touch was gentle and tentative, as though he was testing the waters to see if she was comfortable with the closeness. His hand slipped beneath the edge of her shirt, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin. It wasn’t about rushing anything—it was simply a quiet moment of connection, his touch soft and filled with care.

violet had a tired but content smile on her lips, the kind that only came from feeling truly at peace. honestly, she’d never felt this good after sex before. there was something about it—not just the physical connection, but the emotional safety. no awkwardness, no pressure, just them. it was something she’d never felt in her past relationships, even when the other person said they loved her. when reign sighed, her eyebrows quirked up, her gaze meeting his as he leaned back to look at her. “oh, that’s the only reason?” she teased, her tone playful. “you’re not just using me to get in my pants, are you, mr. summers?” she added with a laugh, knowing full well he wasn’t that kind of guy. no one could convince her otherwise. his answer made her chuckle, her eyebrows raising as she shook her head lightly. “ten out of ten? damn, after all these years, i still got it,” she joked, her lips curling into a smirk. “and yeah, the view was pretty great,” she admitted, matching his playful tone. “felt amazing, too,” she added, leaning her head back on the pillow. “better next time? well, i’m holding you to that,” she said with a grin. “just remind me, and i’ll stock up on some material to keep me entertained for the rest of the week,” she teased, winking. when he brought up the walls being thin, violet smirked, brushing her fingers through her hair. “thin walls and all, we did great,” she mused. “pure us, huh?” she leaned in, her lips brushing his in a quick but heated kiss before pulling back, a smug look in her eyes. “you know,” she started, her fingers trailing up his chest lazily, “i’ve got a couple of amazing friends who’d love to spend some quality time with their nephew—and nala, too.” she grinned, her suggestion hanging in the air. “maybe we could use their help one day, just to get some alone time,” she added, a mischievous edge in her tone.

Reign couldn’t help but smile at the playful edge in Violet’s voice as she teased him. He stretched his arms out behind his head, leaning back slightly as he looked at her, his expression a mix of amusement and affection. “Oh, you know me,” he replied, his tone light but warm. “I’m always here for the emotional connection, not just the... other stuff.” He chuckled, the words carrying an easy, relaxed confidence. But there was something deeper in his gaze, something that made it clear he meant every word. Being with her wasn’t just about the physical—it was about this, this unspoken bond they shared that felt so real, so right. "The getting into your pants thing is a bonus though. I won't lie here and pretend like you didn't just rock my entire world." Reign's face brightened as Violet laughed about his "ten out of ten" rating for their first try. How could they possibly top perfection? "Well, if we’re being honest, the view was even better for me," he said with a grin. "I’m no prize, but you? You looked like a goddess in human form." He leaned in slightly, his tone playful but sincere. "You’d better hold me to my word. I’m not one to talk without backing it up." Reign wasn’t the type to let anyone down. He and Violet weren’t newcomers to this; both had kids and had long passed the awkward stages—they knew exactly what they were doing. When Violet mentioned having a couple of friends who’d love to spend time with Ayiden and Nala, Reign tilted his head, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips. "Are these special friends of yours the Kings?" he teased, intrigued by the idea of who she was referring to. "I trust Isaiah and Leo to take great care of our babies. We should ask." Reign gently brushed Violet’s hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a moment as he leaned in to kiss her again, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know," he murmured against her lips, "if I keep kissing you like this, I might accidentally start round two. I don't know if my body would even be able to handle that just yet."

Reign couldn’t help but smile at the playful edge in Violet’s voice as she teased him. He stretched his arms out behind his head, leaning back slightly as he looked at her, his expression a mix of amusement and affection. “Oh, you know me,” he replied, his tone light but warm. “I’m always here for the emotional connection, not just the... other stuff.” He chuckled, the words carrying an easy, relaxed confidence. But there was something deeper in his gaze, something that made it clear he meant every word. Being with her wasn’t just about the physical—it was about this, this unspoken bond they shared that felt so real, so right. "The getting into your pants thing is a bonus though. I won't lie here and pretend like you didn't just rock my entire world." Reign's face brightened as Violet laughed about his "ten out of ten" rating for their first try. How could they possibly top perfection? "Well, if we’re being honest, the view was even better for me," he said with a grin. "I’m no prize, but you? You looked like a goddess in human form." He leaned in slightly, his tone playful but sincere. "You’d better hold me to my word. I’m not one to talk without backing it up." Reign wasn’t the type to let anyone down. He and Violet weren’t newcomers to this; both had kids and had long passed the awkward stages—they knew exactly what they were doing. When Violet mentioned having a couple of friends who’d love to spend time with Ayiden and Nala, Reign tilted his head, a cocky smirk pulling at his lips. "Are these special friends of yours the Kings?" he teased, intrigued by the idea of who she was referring to. "I trust Isaiah and Leo to take great care of our babies. We should ask." Reign gently brushed Violet’s hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for a moment as he leaned in to kiss her again, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know," he murmured against her lips, "if I keep kissing you like this, I might accidentally start round two. I don't know if my body would even be able to handle that just yet."

their lives couldn’t be called easy. they both had lost people who were everything to them. violet understood what it meant to lose someone that important—she hadn’t lost a husband, but she knew the deep ache of grief. she knew there was no filling that space in reign’s heart, and she’d never want to overstep his boundaries. she also knew she’d never be nala’s mom, and she’d never try to be. her goal was to be there for nala, to treat her with the same love and care she gave ayiden, but never to replace the mother she lost. violet had always been close to her students, and even with all her experience, she couldn’t fully imagine what nala was going through. still, whenever the little girl needed a hug because something had brought up her pain, violet was there—arms open, ready to hold her. all she wanted was for nala to be happy, just as she wanted for ayiden. as they finished up, violet looked at reign, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, a soft smile on her lips. “i hope this becomes part of the routine,” she teased, her voice light with a chuckle. she patted the spot beside her, wanting nothing more than for him to lay down next to her. if this wasn’t the start of falling in love, she didn’t know what it was. tugging on his hand, she gently urged him to lie beside her. “you’re amazing,” she said, her voice warm and sincere. “in every sense of the word.” she nestled into his chest, letting out a deep, content sigh. “i could get used to this,” she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin. she tilted her head slightly, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “so, how would you rate your first night here?” she asked, her tone light but curious.

Reign couldn’t help but grin as Violet settled beside him, her warmth against his chest making everything else in the world fade away. The way her fingers traced lazy circles on his skin sent a shiver of satisfaction through him. This was the aftermath he’d been hoping for: no awkwardness, no pressure, just a soft, comfortable moment that felt like it could stretch on forever. He gave a dramatic sigh, the kind that was clearly for effect, and then leaned back, propping himself up with one elbow so he could look down at her. His eyes twinkled with a mix of playful mischief and genuine affection. "Well, if this is part of the routine," he teased, "I think I’m definitely going to be clocking in for my shift every Friday." He gave her a wink, clearly enjoying the flirtation. "As for my rating…" He paused for a moment, pretending to think it over, then grinned. “Ten out of ten. No complaints. The view was exceptional,” he added with a chuckle, brushing his fingers through her hair. "But I think I can make it even better next time," he added, his voice dropping a little, teasing the promise of more. He leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against her forehead as he kissed her softly. "In all seriousness though, Violet," he murmured, his tone growing more sincere, "this was... everything I didn’t know I needed. You’re incredible." Reign let out another satisfied sigh and stretched out beside her, content to let the moment linger. The connection between them was undeniable, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t thinking about the things he’d lost—just the things he’d found. Reign’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as he brushed a lock of hair from her face, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. "I have to admit, I'm surprised we didn’t make more of a racket. These walls aren’t exactly soundproof, but somehow, we pulled it off. And honestly?" His fingers traced her skin with a purposeful slowness. "I think I might like it even more if we didn’t have to hold back sometime in our future. No filters, no quiet… just pure us."

Reign couldn’t help but grin as Violet settled beside him, her warmth against his chest making everything else in the world fade away. The way her fingers traced lazy circles on his skin sent a shiver of satisfaction through him. This was the aftermath he’d been hoping for: no awkwardness, no pressure, just a soft, comfortable moment that felt like it could stretch on forever. He gave a dramatic sigh, the kind that was clearly for effect, and then leaned back, propping himself up with one elbow so he could look down at her. His eyes twinkled with a mix of playful mischief and genuine affection. "Well, if this is part of the routine," he teased, "I think I’m definitely going to be clocking in for my shift every Friday." He gave her a wink, clearly enjoying the flirtation. "As for my rating…" He paused for a moment, pretending to think it over, then grinned. “Ten out of ten. No complaints. The view was exceptional,” he added with a chuckle, brushing his fingers through her hair. "But I think I can make it even better next time," he added, his voice dropping a little, teasing the promise of more. He leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against her forehead as he kissed her softly. "In all seriousness though, Violet," he murmured, his tone growing more sincere, "this was... everything I didn’t know I needed. You’re incredible." Reign let out another satisfied sigh and stretched out beside her, content to let the moment linger. The connection between them was undeniable, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t thinking about the things he’d lost—just the things he’d found. Reign’s voice dropped to a husky whisper as he brushed a lock of hair from her face, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and satisfaction. "I have to admit, I'm surprised we didn’t make more of a racket. These walls aren’t exactly soundproof, but somehow, we pulled it off. And honestly?" His fingers traced her skin with a purposeful slowness. "I think I might like it even more if we didn’t have to hold back sometime in our future. No filters, no quiet… just pure us."