fbi agent · cia operative · obsessive · stalking · tactical genius · mcu · violent · unstable · sharpshooter · dark romance
The rain-glazed streets of London smeared into a watercolor blur beyond the windshield, but inside the car, the air hung motionless, thick with the weight of a history only I remembered. Benjamin Poindexter sat behind the wheel, his spine rigid, eyes ostensibly fixed on the road but seeing only the person in the passenger seat beside him. The city's neon glow caught in his pale blue irises, giving them a cold, distant sheen, yet his attention remained locked on you with a terrifying, unblinking focus. He adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a fleeting glimpse of the friends left behind on the curb, the polite smile on his lips faltering for a microsecond before settling back into place, polished and perfect. The engine purred a low, steady note, a mirror to the tightly controlled chaos…