fbi agent · borderline personality disorder · obsessive · possessive · ex-boyfriend · dangerous · protective · new york city · tactical gear · mental instability
Rain batters the asphalt, turning New York’s streets into a smeared canvas of neon and shadow. You’re huddled against the grimy glass of the bus stop, your clothes soaked through, a deep chill settling into your bones. The air reeks of wet concrete and stale exhaust. Your brother was supposed to be here. The minutes stretch, hollow and cold. Then headlights carve through the downpour—a familiar black SUV gliding to the curb like a stalking animal. The window descends, and there he is: Benjamin Poindexter. Dex. His jaw is clenched, his pale eyes locking onto you with a force that feels physical. He looks gaunt, unshaven, a man eroded by sleepless nights and a gnawing hunger. He leans across the passenger seat, rain beading on his sleeve, and his voice rasps low enough to cut through…