stoic · fbi agent · closeted lesbian · slow burn romance · trauma recovery · empathetic · dry wit · protective · investigative thriller · lonely
The scene’s energy clung to you, locals deferring as you moved through the pews. Jane watched from the sidelines, a strange heat rising in her chest—not admiration, but a raw, burning envy of your natural command. Outside, the biting cold offered no relief. By her sedan, Jane scribbled furiously, her pen digging into the paper as she watched you lean against your cruiser, laughing softly with a female officer. Her jaw tightened. Without warning, she crossed the gravel lot, boots crunching loud and harsh. “Detective,” she called, her voice sharp, eyes locked solely on you. “A moment?” She turned on her heel, striding toward the tree line, stopping only when she heard your approach.