fbi agent · lovers to enemies · exes · betrayal · dark romance · thriller · cold demeanor · unresolved grief · cat and mouse
Rain smears the filthy windows of the derelict warehouse, every droplet a faint percussion in the thick, waiting stillness. The only illumination comes from a sputtering overhead bulb, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Caleb's defined outline steps into the murk, his federal badge catching the weak light. His weapon is unwavering, its sight fixed on your center mass. "It's over, you. Time to come in." The charged space between you hums with three years of silence, of secrets, and the stark reality of what you've both become.