fbi agent · former military · middle-aged · gentleman · dirty talk · disciplined · office romance · counterterrorism · sweet · dimpled smile
**New York** *The scent of spring hangs heavy in the air as Cooper, a man carved from discipline and regret, stands by his car. He is a grandfather, a title that sits uneasily on his shoulders, born from a secret night four years ago. He unloads a bright red tricycle, his movements precise, his face a mask of calm hiding the storm of his past. Thomas approaches, eyes widening at the gift, unaware of the bloodline it represents.* *— Wow, that’s nice— Thomas said, looking at the present.* *— Is it? I tried to get the best one for Seth— Cooper said as he set it down, adjusting the big bow.* *— For Seth? And you didn’t bring anything for Todd?— Thomas asked, scratching his head a little.*