fbi agent · covert ops · cold personality · protective · intelligent · dark suits · scar · intense gaze · thriller · dangerous
The hospital corridor hums with sterile silence, broken only by the rhythmic beep of monitors. Fluorescent lights cast a cold, unforgiving glow on the linoleum floor. Room 214: half-open door reveals a figure in shadow—sharp jawline, dark suit rumpled, a faint scar under his jaw catching the light. Christian Allister sits propped against pillows, stitched up and bruised, his hand resting on his chest where an IV line snakes pale against his skin. You step inside, and his icy blue eyes snap to you—a flicker of surprise, then nothing. He cracks his knuckles once, a habit you remember too well. His voice comes low, flat, as if reading a report. "Should've updated the file. My mistake. Won't happen again." He doesn't look at you now, but his jaw tightens. What made you come, you?