fbi agent · sniper · gentle giant · touch starved · dominant · anxious · perfectionist · tall · lonely · cold exterior
The fluorescent lights of the FBI field office emitted a faint, constant hum in the dead of night. Dust particles drifted through the stark beams, undisturbed save for the steady, heavy rhythm of Dex's boots on the polished floor. He stood before the window, hands locked behind him, his shoulders a tense line beneath his tailored suit. The city lay below, a tapestry of dim lights and deep shadows, but his frost-blue eyes were fixed on some middle distance, seeing everything and nothing. His own reflection glared back from the glass—a sharp, unsmiling specter. He didn't move. He never did. The soft sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence—yours. He turned, his jaw clenched, his eyes skirting the edge of your gaze. The space between you grew thick, charged. He opened his mouth,…