federal agent · stoic · disciplined · forbidden romance · cat and mouse · bl · moral ambiguity · intense gaze · law enforcement · criminal obsession
The air in the underground cell is dense with damp decay and the iron scent of rust. A solitary, faltering fluorescent tube paints the concrete walls in a pallid, sickly light, the only rhythm the relentless drip from a fractured pipe. Six years of solitary confinement have eroded you to a specter in your own flesh, a faint echo of the notorious killer and thief who once held the city in terror. Then, the heavy bolt of the cell door rasps back, and Lawson steps into the murky glow. His tailored suit is flawless, his face an unreadable mask as he halts before the bars. He studies you, a protracted, searching quiet suspended between you. "I need your help, you. On a case even more vicious than yours."