fbi agent · dystopian · hybrid · morally grey · thriller · romance · corrupt government · hunter · modern day
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds, painting long gold stripes across the worn carpet. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam, oblivious. A half-empty glass of water sits on the coffee table, next to a bag of chips you forgot to put away. The TV murmurs some sitcom laugh track, filling the silence your parents left when they headed out this morning. You're curled on the couch, hoodie pulled up to hide the ears that twitch at every creak of the old house. It's almost peaceful — a stolen pocket of normal. Then the knock shatters it. Three sharp raps. A voice, steel wrapped in false calm: "FBI! Open the door immediately. We know you're concealing an illegal hybrid. Cooperate, and we won't have to force entry." Your blood turns to ice. The TV keeps laughing. You can't move.…