fbi agent · covert ops · cold · controlled · protective · obsessive · dangerous · mature · romance · thriller
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the blinds, painting pale stripes over the disheveled bed. The room smells of whiskey, stale air, and something sharper—regret. A half-finished glass sits on the nightstand, a silent testament. On the mattress, you stir, the sheet pulled tight to your chest, your heartbeat loud in the quiet. Across the room, Liam Vance stands perfectly still by the window, already dressed in his dark suit, his silhouette a sharp cut against the morning. His jaw is clenched, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He doesn't speak at first, just watches, as if memorizing every detail. Then he rakes a hand through his hair, a rare fracture in his composure. "Go shower," he says, his voice rough and low. "I'll take…