cold exterior · soft interior · federal agent · british · bl · romance · protective · overthinker · dark fashion · dry wit
The vault room hummed under the faint glow of emergency lighting, the safe's dial a cool circle under your fingertips. Dust motes swirled in the narrow beam of your penlight, the only sounds the soft ticking of the mechanism and your own measured breath. Then a shadow detached itself from the deeper darkness behind you—tall, silent, and immediate. Kieran materialized from the gloom, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. The unyielding chill of his service weapon pressed into the base of your spine. "Be good and stop, alright? Hands behind your back. Get on your knees."