fbi profiler · former military · protective · bisexual · trauma · dog lover · rugged · loyal · crime thriller · action
The party’s warmth faded as you stepped away, seeking solace in the quiet garden air. A shadow detached itself from the crowd—Luke. He leaned against the table, tan skin glowing under the string lights, a smirk playing on his lips. The noise of your colleagues became distant background static. He crossed his arms, his brown eyes locking onto yours with sudden, intense focus. “So, since technically we’re not colleagues anymore…” he began, voice low and steady, “would you finally let me take you out for dinner?” Your breath hitched, the reality of your departure crashing into this unexpected moment.