#( I MEAN I CAN BUT I CANT TOO JUST WOWWWWW VEN )

[lunarxdaydream]

Valentine’s Day— meant for couples and the sweetest of endearments. Grand gestures of love were nothing that out of the ordinary. If anything, Ven knew that people usually went crazy over grand and sweet gestures— a feeling that he would happily exploit. There was no need to worry that his target wouldn’t in place, the last time Lucia took a day off was probably … never. (Man that woman probably needed a vacation). And so as Ven happily strode in to her building, a bouquet of 50 roses somehow secured in one arm and a decorative bear made of the same in the other, the scent of flowers thick in the air around him. Taking the familiar path to her desk, Ven’s grin grew tenfold the moment eyes caught sight of the woman. And when she looked up, and he was able to see the growing despair in her eyes the moment she caught sight of him and knew, well, that was an image he would savor for a long time.

The bear was placed sweetly onto her desk right before Ven fell to one knee, roses held out and a loud declaration on his lips. “Amore mio!” Oh, he was going to love this. “Mio dolce coniglietta! As if I could let this day pass without a declaration of how special you are to me! Let these fifty roses stand testament, amore mio, to our eternal bond, and may there be more cannoli and,” he winked up at her, “rewards for the cannoli in our future.” Voice carried easily throughout the area, no doubt drawing eyes of coworkers aplenty. If there were already rumors spreading about them, this certainly would all but “confirm” them.

She got him good that one time with her repayment, but let it be known you can never one-up a man without shame.

beware the valentine's menace

"Great." Key inserts into the knob to unlock her office door. Echo of heels tearing through the silence followed with the dangling of metal before they were tossed into her bag. Black coat hanger is put to work when scarf is tossed on. Her jacket unbuttoned with attention directed to the board on the far left of the room. Taskers aligned in three colors, each category assisting in her organization from priority to status along the investigation. With empty hands, she is free to approach and grab hold of a marker. Her blinds left open to allow natural lighting along with artificial from within the precinct. Far easier way of letting those who needed her know she was in versus filling her phone is unnecessary messages.

"And what about the toxicology report?" Red marker locates the case number. Quick abbreviations added, indicative it was still in the process of examination. "I see." Four to six is added alongside the acronyms. In the meantime, the initial finds can be examined. Enough to begin building a case to submit to the district attorney's office to file the appropriate charges. Speaking of which -- Turning on a heel, Lucia reaches down to her agenda neatly plucked away in her desk. If she remembered correctly, one of the attorney's was supposed to stop by to pick up the extended report. Along with the necessary information of those who have been known to associate with their suspect.

"Listen, I'll let you go. Please let me know as soon as that report is in." Single press against the earbud ends the call. Now, where to begin? Minutes pass in swift succession. Fingers dancing across the keys as e-mails are replied to and other reports opened to examine the findings regarding their recent victim. It isn't until the reminder on her computer pops up that Lucia begins to collect a file from her desk. All thoughts solely focused on the updates to provide. Nothing or no one could have broken her concentration ... until now.

"... What the ...?"

No. No, no, no. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He wasn't that big of an idiot. He wasn't going to -- But she stands corrected. The weight of dread grows tenfold when he approaches. Bright red roses, in bouquet and ... a bear, carried. Had she not been in shock, Lucia might have reached over to shut her office door before he slipped right in, beginning a show she wished was long over.

His voice carries across. Bouncing off the walls and through the opening. Officers, seated at their desks outside and walking by, all in range to listen. The sight clear with open blinds to the 'loving' gifts he had brought. Even suspects that were brought in for questioning are privy to the show when their escorts halt to watch.

"Ven!" The instant he falls to one knee, Lucia panics. A heat flushing bright against her features, every second growing deeper the more he belted out his declaration. Amore mio?! Mio dolce?! Eternal bond?!

She cringes. Lips pursing as a hand rested against her warm cheek. Absolute disbelief clear in vivid violets. Never in her entire has Lucia wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole than now. The way her heel clicks as she grows restless. How heat burns beneath her veins, suddenly making the room feel fifteen degrees warmer. It is only by a miracle the file doesn't slip free from her arm.

"R-Rewards for cannoli?!" That does it! "You ..."

How can he just say that and not expect anyone to think ... -- God, she could just kill him!

"Maybe you want to have your 'lover's quarrel' in your office?" All right, so maybe Rosalina couldn't help herself as she approached from her office next door. As much as she despised interruptions to her meeting, there is no denying the slight humor to the scene. Even the prosecutor found themselves amused by the scene given how they continued to peek from the threshold of her door.

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