Midnight Surrender

Darius

I flipped through the report, my eyes skimming each line. The study was silent, save for the occasional rustle of paper and the soft patter of rain against the windows. My tie had long since been discarded on the couch, the top two buttons of my shirt undone. My sleeves were rolled up, forearms leaned against the table.

I ran my hand through my hair again, feeling the disheveled strands fa