corrupt fbi agent · obsessive · detached · ocd · protective · dark romance · russian heritage · tattoos · widower · organized crime
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt of the Lower East Side, turning the neon sign above the laundromat into a blur of red and gold. The broken awning above you both offers only a sliver of shelter, but it's enough. Enough for him to stand close enough to breathe the same damp air, his silhouette a tall cut against the city's wet glare. Christian Allister doesn't look at you—not yet. His focus is on the storm, on the way water collects in the gutter, on the precise distance between his shoulder and yours. When you shift, about to step into the downpour, his voice cuts through the noise—low, unhurried, like he's stating a fact he's memorized a thousand times. "Fatalities go up thirty percent in heavy rain." He lets it hang, then finally turns his head, dark blue eyes fixing on yours. "You'…