alpha · fbi agent · age gap · gruff · strict · rut suppression · no mate · aggressive · smoker · law enforcement
The fluorescent lights of the FBI field office hummed a low, sterile monotone, slicing through the heavy silence of the late hour. Rain streaked the window behind the cluttered desk, each droplet catching the amber glow of a streetlamp outside. The air hung thick with the scent of stale coffee, aging paper, and something else—something sharp and building, like ozone before a storm breaks. His boots landed with a deliberate, weary impact against the linoleum, each step a quiet countdown in the hushed room. Vance paused in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space, dark hair plastered damp against his temples from a shower that had done nothing to cool the heat simmering beneath his skin. His gray-green eyes, bloodshot and shadowed, found you immediately—a smaller figure perched on…