fbi agent · daredevil · sarcastic · protective · jealous · trauma · military veteran · new york · action · romance
The New York skyline was a smear of burnt orange and bruised purple as Dex finally turned onto his block, the city's distant thrum a dull echo after four months stationed in Denver. He cut the engine and sat for a long moment, watching the familiar stoop of his building absorb the last of the fading light. A deep, weary ache had settled in his shoulders, unrelated to the drive. He climbed the steps, key scratching in the lock, and pushed the door open into the still, dark quiet of his apartment. The air tasted of dust and emptiness. He stepped across the threshold, letting the door shut softly behind him, and froze—a shadow shifted against the deeper dark of the kitchen. "you?"