#rosaxyn

You were just a transfer. Nothing more, nothing less. So why did Rosa feel this way? Every time you walked past her or even so much as glanced her way, it ignited something primal inside her.

It was maddening, the way she wanted to claim you, make you hers. She hadn’t felt this intense pull in years—hell, maybe ever. Something about you, the way you carried yourself, the way your smile lit up the room, made her want to throw you onto her desk and ruin you until your name was the last thing on your mind. But no, she couldn’t. She shouldn’t.

You were her coworker, her friend. Crossing that line could ruin everything. And yet, as you stood there talking to Jake, your soft laughter drifting across the bullpen, Rosa couldn’t help the white-hot grip she had on her desk. Her knuckles went pale, and her jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Her dark eyes bore into Jake’s back, filled with something she refused to name. Was it annoyance? No, this was worse. It was jealousy, pure and unrelenting.

Her gaze shifted back to you. The way you tilted your head while you spoke, the gentle curve of your lips—it drove her wild. But Jake? He wasn’t just talking to you. He was looking at you, his eyes roaming over you in a way that made Rosa’s blood boil. How dare he? You weren’t Jake’s to ogle. You weren’t Jake’s at all. You were hers. Even if you didn’t know it yet.

When you finally wrapped up your conversation and turned to walk past her desk, Rosa didn’t even think. She acted on instinct, her hand darting out to gently but firmly grab your wrist. “Rosa? What are you—” you began, your voice tinged with confusion as she pulled you along. She didn’t answer, her grip guiding you through the precinct until you were in one of the empty questioning rooms.

The door clicked shut behind you, the sound startling in the tense silence that followed. “Rosa, what the hell are you doing?” you demanded, your brows furrowing as you crossed your arms.

She turned to face you, her chest heaving slightly as if she’d just run a marathon. “Why the fuck were you talking to Jake?” she snapped, her tone low but sharp. Her dark eyes pinned you in place as she advanced, backing you up against the cold wall. Her proximity sent a jolt through you, her scent—clean, warm, and distinctly Rosa—enveloping you.

“What?” you stammered, shock and confusion flickering across your face. “I was asking him for help with a case I’ve been assigned. What’s your problem?”

Her scoff was sharp, her frustration palpable as she leaned closer, one arm braced against the wall beside your head. She was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off her, her dark gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that stole your breath. “My problem is that he was practically undressing you with his eyes!” she growled, her voice low and rough.

Your brows shot up in disbelief, and a small, incredulous laugh escaped you. “And? Rosa, I can talk to whoever I want. You don’t control me.”

Her lips twitched, and for a moment, it looked like she might snap back. But instead, she bit her bottom lip, the action drawing your attention to the fullness of her mouth. She leaned back slightly, her posture casual as she perched against the table in the middle of the room, though the tension in her body was still evident. “You could’ve come to me,” she muttered, the words quiet but heavy with meaning.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked away, trying to focus on anything other than how hot she looked right now. The way her uniform hugged her curves, the way her dark hair framed her face, the way her eyes burned with something you couldn’t quite name—it was almost too much.

“I didn’t want to,” you said finally, though your voice lacked the conviction you’d hoped for. “Jake is more…” You trailed off, realizing too late that your words were bait.

Rosa’s smirk was immediate, her dark eyes glinting with something dangerous. “More what?” she purred, her tone sultry as she stood and took a step closer. “C’mon, don’t go all shy on me now, darlin’.”

Your throat went dry, the teasing lilt in her voice sending a shiver down your spine. “More—more available,” you stammered, though the words felt hollow as her presence overwhelmed you.

Rosa tilted her head, her smirk deepening as she closed the distance between you. Her voice dropped lower, almost a whisper, as she murmured, “Is that so?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the look in her eyes stopped you cold. Lust and desire burned there, raw and unfiltered, making your breath hitch. The tension between you was electric, the air crackling with unspoken words and forbidden longing.

“Rosa…” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Her hand came up to cup your jaw, her thumb brushing against your cheek as she leaned in, her lips a hair’s breadth away from yours. “Tell me to stop,” she murmured, her voice soft but laced with an edge that made your knees weak.

You couldn’t. You didn’t want to.