A Ghost With No Name- Bl- Officer and Thief

HELLO IM SO SORRY FOR UPDATING SO LATE I WAS SICK AF AND MY HAND ISNT HEALING AND I HAD EXAMS

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Zev woke up warm.

That was the first thing he registered—warmth. A steady kind, the kind that didn't feel like it would be ripped away the moment he reached for it.

His body felt lighter than usual, the constant tension in his muscles dulled by sleep. He didn't remember the last time he'd woken up without feeling like he had to be ready—to run, to fight, to get the hell out before something went wrong.

But now...

His breath was slow. His limbs were heavy.

And for some reason, he felt safe.

That was what snapped him fully awake.

His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the harsh fluorescent lighting. His cheek was pressed against something solid but warm, and his legs—curled up?

What the—

He lifted his head slightly, realization sinking in like ice in his veins.

He wasn't just lying down.

He was lying on Elias.

His head was resting on Elias's lap, his legs tucked up on the chair, his entire body relaxed against him like he belonged there.

His breath hitched.

No. No, no, no.

Zev sat up too fast, his heart hammering, his exhaustion from earlier instantly overridden by sheer embarrassment. He whipped around to glare at Elias, who—

Was completely unfazed.

The man was still working. Sitting there at the metal interview desk, his laptop open, fingers moving over the keyboard like nothing was out of the ordinary. Like letting some street rat sleep on him for hours in the middle of a police station was normal.

Zev's face burned.

He scowled, shoving his hair away from his eyes up as he snapped, "What the fuck, König?"

Elias didn't even look up. "Morning."

Zev's glare sharpened. "You were supposed to wake me up."

Elias hummed, still focused on the screen. "You were sleeping."

"No shit—" Zev's hands twitched, the furniture-less room preventing him to grab something and throw it. "That's not—God, are you serious?"

Finally, Elias glanced at him, cool green eyes steady. "Did you want me to wake you up?"

Zev opened his mouth—paused—then snapped it shut.

He didn't have an answer for that.

Because fuck, no, he didn't want to wake up, not when it had been the first real sleep he'd had in—who even knew how long.

But also fuck, yes, because what the hell was he doing using Elias as a damn pillow?

He clenched his jaw, fists curling into his sleeves as he looked away, scowling at nothing. "You're such a—"

And then, before he could finish, Elias reached out.

His fingers ruffled through Zev's hair once, slow and steady.

Not teasing. Not mocking. Just a simple, steady motion—brief but unmistakably warm.

Zev froze.

His entire body locked up, breath catching, mind blanking completely.

Elias pulled his hand back, going right back to his work like he hadn't just shattered Zev's entire reality in two seconds.

And Zev—

Zev sat there, stunned, pulse too loud, heartbeat hammering against his ribs.

His first instinct was to snap at him, to push him away, to ruin this before it could mean anything.

But instead—

His body moved before his brain caught up.

Without thinking, without analysing, he laid back down.

This time, it was deliberate.

This time, he chose to.

He curled up again, shifting until his head rested against Elias's lap once more, letting out a slow, steady breath. His body was still, but his thoughts were a mess, tangled and desperate for an excuse—for a reason why he wasn't moving away.

Elias didn't react.

Didn't say anything.

Didn't call attention to it or act like it was some big deal.

He just kept working, fingers tapping against the keys, the quiet hum of his breathing the only sound in the room.

Zev shut his eyes.

He didn't know why he was doing this.

Didn't know why he wasn't pulling away, why he was letting himself have this—this tiny, impossible moment of feeling like he was somewhere safe.

But right now?

He didn't want to think about it.

Didn't want to ruin it.

So instead, he just lay there, listening to the soft clicks of Elias's typing, and let himself grip desperately onto the small flicker of warmth next to him.