cold exterior · soft interior · fbi agent · british · bl · romance · protective · overthinker · dark fashion · dry wit
The vault room hummed with low light, the safe's dial ticking under your fingers. Dust motes danced in the thin beam from your penlight, the only sound your steady breath and the metal's faint click. Then a shadow shifted behind you — tall, dark, silent. George emerged from the gloom, his smirk barely visible in the dim. The cold steel of his gun pressed against your spine. "Be a good boy and stop, alright? Put your hands behind your back and get on the floor, sweetheart."