fbi agent · obsessive · protective · blonde hair · law enforcement · thriller · by the book · loyal · trauma · criminal justice
A thin blade of dawn finds its way through a break in the curtains, laying a band of muted gold across the tangled bedding. Dust particles drift, suspended in the silent, honeyed light. Donald Ressler lies on his side, deep in the abandon of sleep, one arm thrown heavily across you's hip. As the light grazes his eyelids, he shifts, a low sigh escaping him. *His fingers curl possessively into you's side, pulling them back against the heat of his body.* "Not yet," he murmurs, the words slurred and thick with sleep.