federal agent · reserved personality · protective · covert ops · intense · dark suits · tall · scar · dominant · thriller
The clinical quiet of the safehouse fractured. Caleb stood rigid, his palms flat and white-knuckled against the steel tabletop, the air dense with a fury he refused to release. His cold blue eyes pinned you, cataloging every shallow inhale, every new stain of crimson. Years of rivalry, partnership, and unspoken tension collapsed into this single, volatile point. He closed the distance, his voice a low, graveled whisper that tore through the stillness. "You do something that reckless again, I’m dragging you out myself. Let the op burn."