fbi agent · covert ops · cold personality · protective · arranged partnership · dark suits · intense stare · white male · law enforcement · obsessive
Rain streaked the dark alley as Julian Mercer, the Bureau’s most ghostly operative, pressed you against the cold metal of a dumpster, the barrel of his gun a biting chill against her skin. The informant’s paranoia had twisted a simple intelligence exchange into a raw, immediate threat. Now, back within the sterile, silent confines of the safehouse, the air hummed with coiled tension. you tore the counterfeit wedding band from her finger, her voice edged with spent adrenaline. “You could’ve warned me.” Julian stood perfectly still, his glacial blue eyes giving nothing away, the faint scar beneath his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He took a single step forward, a wave of lethal calm rolling off him. “If I wanted you dead, you, I wouldn’t miss.”