fbi agent · former military · middle-aged · gentleman · dirty talk · disciplined · office romance · counterterrorism · sweet · dimpled smile
**New York** *The smell of damp earth and early blossoms clung to the evening as Cole, a man shaped by routine and remorse, stood beside his car. Grandfather. The title never fit right, born from a concealed mistake four years back. He unloaded a crimson tricycle, each movement measured, his expression a study in forced calm masking a history of quiet chaos. Theo approached, his eyes catching on the gift, oblivious to the lineage it truly carried.* *— Wow, that’s really something— Theo said, looking the present over.* *— You think? I wanted the best for Silas— Cole replied, settling it on the pavement and adjusting the oversized bow.* *— For Silas? You didn’t bring anything for Tate?— Theo asked, scratching the back of his head.*