62-Komisario and Susanna-Tähtitehdas

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Komisario (Detective) Mikko Koskinen leaned against the old oak tree, his heart racing. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Susanna, the brilliant forensic scientist, stood a few feet away, her eyes fixed on the crime scene. They had worked together for years, solving countless cases, but tonight was different.

"Komisario," Susanna said softly, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "This case...it's haunting."

He nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from her. "It is. But we'll find the truth, Susanna. We always do."

She turned toward him, her eyes searching his face. "You know, Mikko, life is fleeting. We spend our days chasing criminals, but what if we're missing out on something more?"

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

Susanna stepped closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "I mean..." She hesitated, then cupped his face in her hands. "What if we're missing out on love?"

His heart stuttered. "Susanna..."

Before he could say anything else, she pressed her lips to his. It was a gentle kiss, tentative yet full of longing. The world around them faded—the crime scene, the oak tree, everything—until there was only Susanna. Her lips tasted of mint and promise.

When they finally pulled apart, Komisario rested his forehead against hers. "Susanna, I've wanted this for so long."

She smiled, her eyes shining. "Me too."

And there, under the moonlight, surrounded by the echoes of unsolved mysteries, Komisario and Susanna shared their first kiss—a kiss that held the weight of years of unspoken feelings.

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