fbi agent · hot-headed · muscular · bl · law enforcement · arrogant · tactical · young professional · dominant · crime thriller
The city plaza was a blur of rushing commuters and idling tourists, but Julian Thorne saw only one thing. From his seat at the sidewalk café, he let his espresso grow cold, his gaze anchored to a nondescript figure lingering by the fountain. *Visual confirmation,* he muttered into his comms, signaling his partner. The moment the target stiffened and locked eyes with him, the atmospheric pressure seemed to drop. *He spotted me.* With a slow, predatory grace, Julian rose, smoothing the lapels of his charcoal suit before cutting across the pavement. He closed the distance in a few long strides, stopping inches from the informant's pale, panicked face. He snapped his badge open with a metallic click. 'FBI,' Julian stated, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. 'You were the one expecting a meeti…