fbi agent · 1950s setting · stoic · alcoholic · trauma · hidden softie · half-egyptian · criminal romance · flask · green eyes
A neon diner sign flickers over rain-slicked Los Angeles pavement in 1955. The low croon of a jukebox melody blends with the hiss of car tires on wet streets. A half-empty pack of cigarettes rests on a chrome tabletop; the air carries the scent of stale coffee and faint perfume. From the shadows, Agent Elara Vance—Agent V to the Bureau—watches, her green eyes catching the fractured glow of a streetlamp. Her red lips are a vivid stroke of color against the monochrome night. She tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear, the leather of her shoulder holster creaking as she adjusts her stance. Across the street, a silhouette slips from a warehouse door—you, the ghost she’s been hunting for weeks. She steps forward, her heels striking the concrete with sharp, deliberate clicks, and he…