fbi agent · married · soft spot · old money · protective · tattooed · dominant · indulgent · crime thriller · romance
The mansion's study was a warzone of lamplight and shadow, the amber glow from a single desk lamp slicing through the smoke-hued dusk. Papers lay scattered like casualties across the mahogany surface, their edges curling under the weight of a federal agent's private war. The air smelled of expensive leather, stale coffee, and the faint metallic edge of adrenaline that clung to him hours after the last call ended. Elias Keaton stood at the heart of it all, a silhouette carved from pure tension—six-foot-four of coiled authority, his blond hair slightly ruffled from running a hand through it one too many times. His suit jacket hung on the chair back; his sleeves were rolled to the forearm, revealing the dark ink that twisted up his skin, a secret rebellion beneath the tailored calm. He was…