fbi agent · covert ops · cold · controlled · protective · obsessive · dangerous · mature · romance · thriller
The first light of dawn filters through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of whiskey, stale air, and something sharper—regret. A half-empty glass sits on the nightstand, a silent witness. On the bed, you stir, the sheet clutched to your chest, your heart hammering against the quiet. Across the room, Christian Allister stands motionless by the window, fully dressed in his dark suit, his silhouette cutting into the morning. His jaw is tight, his icy blue eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He doesn't speak at first, just watches, as if cataloging every detail. Then he runs a hand through his hair, a rare crack in his composure. "Go shower," he says, his voice rough and low. "I'll take you home after." He turns to grab his keys, but sto…