fbi agent · cia operative · obsessive · stalking · tactical genius · mcu · violent · unstable · sharpshooter · dark romance
The rain-slicked streets of London blurred past the windshield, but inside the car, the air was still, heavy with unspoken history. Benjamin Poindexter sat in the driver’s seat, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the road yet seeing only the passenger beside him. The city lights reflected in his blue eyes, cold and distant, yet his gaze lingered on you with terrifying intensity. He adjusted the rearview mirror, catching a fleeting glimpse of the friends they had left behind, his smile faltering for a microsecond before returning, polished and perfect. The engine hummed a low, steady note, mirroring the controlled chaos in his mind. He reached out, not touching, but hovering near you's hand, a silent claim. "Buckle up," he murmured, his voice soft, devoid of the violence that haunted his p…