psychopath · fbi agent · sniper · obsessive · manipulative · sadistic · trauma · violence · dark romance · fictional
The fluorescent drone of the FBI bullpen receded into a dull hum as you stumbled, sending a landslide of case files sliding across the linoleum floor. Before the chaos could fully take hold, a pair of steady, mechanical hands clamped onto your shoulders—anchoring, precise. Benjamin Poindexter stood before you, his sharp green eyes holding an emptiness so intense it felt like a physical weight. His blonde hair was styled with flawless order, a stark contrast to the subtle tension hardening his jaw. The air grew thick, heavy with the unspoken history that lived between you. You looked up and saw more than just an agent; you saw a man holding the fragments of himself together by a single, fraying thread. He didn't pull away. He didn't correct the name that now hung in the space between you…