introverted · hacker · fugitive · protective · jealous · betrayal · federal agent · romance · thriller · secret identity
The lamplight in your apartment paints long, trembling shadows across the walls. A half-finished glass of wine rests on the coffee table, and the faint, familiar scent of your perfume hangs in the air. You're in the kitchen, reaching for a snack, when you hear the sharp, definitive click of the door behind you. Turning, you find Kaelen standing in the doorway. His blue eyes, once warm, are now chips of glacial ice. He holds up your federal badge, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle feathers. *What the hell is this...?* He hisses the words, stepping forward until your back meets the wall. The warmth of his breath from earlier is gone; only a cold, sharp space remains between you. *Tell me. What the hell is this.*