Justice For His Love || JJk

⚜𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟒 - 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬⚜

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the living room as Rumeysa settled on the couch, her sore ankle propped up on a cushion. She wore a cream-colored sweater and soft pants, her usual air of polished authority softened into something almost innocent, the tendrils of a loose bun framing her face. She took a slow sip of her coffee, savoring the warmth.

But then, the door creaked open, breaking the peace. Gabriel entered, holding a bouquet of blue orchids again and a box of chocolates.

The sight of him with her favorite flowers made her heart skip despite herself, but she immediately steeled her expression, refusing to give away anything.

She straightened up, clutching her coffee, her gaze skeptical as he walked up to her and knelt down, offering the bouquet with an almost boyish smile.

" What?" Her voice was cool, as though demanding an explanation.

His smile didn't waver and he extended the flowers a little further, almost insisting. "Surprised? I'm trying out the things they call being a good husband," he teased, his tone was playful. "I heard it starts with flowers."

She didn't reach for them immediately, her expression unreadable. Just than , Asher came out of kitchen while holding tub of ice cream.

He took one look at the scene before him, Gabriel on his knee, Rumeysa with her cool stare, and immediately threw his hand over his eyes with exaggerated drama. "Oh, please, don't mind me," he teased, half-laughing. "I don't want to interrupt this... touching scene."

Gabriel shot him a smirk over his shoulder. "Yes, you do. But don't worry-she was about to ruin the moment anyway."

Her brow arched as she finally took the bouquet, her tone flat. "What moment?" She set the flowers on the side table without a second glance, clearly refusing to indulge in whatever scene Gabriel thought he was creating.

He just chuckled, undeterred, as he took a seat next to her, eyeing her with a mixture of amusement and affection. She ignored him, sipping her coffee with an air of cool detachment.

After a moment, he turned his full attention to her, raising a brow in mock offense. "You know, I'm a guest here. Aren't you going to offer me some coffee? Or even water?"

She shot him a sidelong glance, unimpressed. "Help yourself, Mr. Gabriel."

Without missing a beat, he leaned over and took the coffee cup directly from her hands, lifting it to his lips with a mischievous grin. Her eyes widened as he took a deliberate sip, drinking from the same spot she had.

"Gab--!" Her voice held a mix of shock and indignation, as his name stuck in her throat, though he could hear a hint of fluster beneath it.

He shrugged, completely unfazed, the grin widening. "You told me to help myself, so I did."

He took another sip for emphasis, watching her reaction with a glint of amusement. "You know, coffee tastes a bit bitter, but somehow..." he leaned in closer, his voice dropping, "since it's from you, and you've tasted it, it's sweeter than honey. I might just get diabetes from this."

Her cheeks tinged pink, and she quickly turned her gaze away, hoping he wouldn't notice. "You're maddening," she muttered, folding her arms with a huff.

He leaned back, thoroughly amused. "Oh, I know. But I think I'm growing on you," he teased, his tone softer now, laced with something warmer. "I'm seeing a side of you that's usually buried under all that cold armor, Sweetheart."

Her eyes flashed as she met his gaze, challenging. "Don't think for a second I'm letting you in," she warned, her tone sharp despite the way her heart fluttered at his words.