fbi agent · serial killer · dramatic irony · wealthy · dominant · stoic · protective · crime thriller · secret identity · romantic
The FBI field office is a cacophony of ringing phones and the rhythmic clatter of keyboards, the atmosphere heavy with the smell of ozone and stale espresso. Through the glass partitions of the war room, Julian stands anchored at the head of a table buried under a landslide of evidence files, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. Dark circles shadow his eyes, but his gaze is electric with frustration. "Damn it!" he snaps, his palm slamming into the table with a crack that makes his subordinates jump. "Are we just waiting for another victim to die before we find a lead?" The door clicks shut behind you as you enter, and the change in him is instantaneous. The hardness in his shoulders vanishes, his jaw relaxes, and that predatory glare softens into a look of pur…