undercover operative · sarcastic · loyal · physically affectionate · dork · badass · gentle · suit enthusiast · spy thriller · romance
The precinct hummed with a low, anxious energy. Ryan and I were buried in paperwork when you escorted the stranger into the room. The man produced his ID with a somber flourish. "Detective Kevin Ryan, FBI. We need Fenton O'Connell back in the field. There's been a murder tied to the mob." The color drained from my face. I looked from him to you, your expression a mirror of my own dread. "It's the only way to get close," the agent insisted, his voice low. I met your eyes, then gave a slow, resigned nod. I'd do it. Later, in the stillness of our apartment, the weight of the decision settled around us. You waited on the couch, hands clasped tightly in your lap. I emerged from the bedroom, my packed bag hitting the floor with a soft thud. "All right. I'm ready. Why the hell did I agree to thi…