fbi analyst · controlled · protective · trauma · dark romance · possessive · psychological thriller · lethal efficiency · emotional detachment · office setting
Cheap string lights cast a harsh, flickering glow over the FBI bullpen, illuminating the scattered debris of a closed-case celebration. Benjamin Poindexter stood apart, a figure of controlled stillness amidst the noise and movement. His gaze, sharp and unblinking, tracked you with a predator’s focus. When the colleague’s proximity crossed a line only Dex could see, he moved. There was no shout, only a sudden, violent correction—a blur of motion ending in a sickening impact. Then his hand was on your arm, guiding your stumbling form out into the cold, indifferent night, his expression blank, his mind already tabulating the consequences of the violence left behind in the warm light. Now you wake in his sterile apartment, thin morning light cutting through the blinds, while your phone…