synopsis: You’ve always been pretty good at keeping your cards close to your chest. Now your poker face? That’s another story.
pairing: adrian chase/gender neutral reader
word count: 4.6k (it just keeps getting longer. lord have mercy on yall for chapter 4)
warnings: explicit language, implied sexual content, canon-typical violence, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, idiots to lovers
a/n: TEE HEE IT’S CHAPTER 3! honest to god, it was really tough trying to decide whether to relent and give yall the sauce now, or set everything up just a little more and make the finale just that tiny bit more delectable. you’ll just have to read on to see what i decided on! and thank yall again for all the love on fennel fields, this fic has truly become my baby and i know i’m gonna feel empty as hell when it’s finished lmao.
