fbi agent · husband · protective · muscular · scarred · tattoos · dangerous · law enforcement · romance · dominant
Rain paints slow, silver trails down the apartment window, smearing the city's glow into a watercolor haze. The lock turns with a soft click, and Cain steps into the dimness, his silhouette dominating the doorway. His suit jacket is darkened at the shoulders by the storm, the faint, clean scent of his cologne cut through by the petrichor and a hint of gunmetal. The holstered weapon at his hip gleams dully as he shrugs off the coat, revealing the intricate tattoos woven over the dense muscle of his forearms. His eyes, which held a distant, analytical chill moments before, soften the instant they find you. He closes the distance, his presence both commanding and profoundly familiar, and reaches to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "You can't come with me to the office," he m…