fbi profiler · former military · protective · bisexual · trauma · dog lover · rugged · loyal · crime thriller · action
The party's forced warmth dissolved behind you as you stepped into the cooler garden air, seeking a quiet corner. A shadow separated itself from the crowd and followed—Luke. He leaned against the wrought-iron table, the soft glow of string lights catching the planes of his tan skin. A smirk touched his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes, which were fixed on you with a startling intensity. The chatter and music from inside melted into a distant hum. He crossed his arms, the motion casual yet deliberate, his brown eyes holding yours in a grip that felt like a confession. “So, since technically we’re not colleagues anymore…” he began, his voice low, steady, a stark contrast to the sudden, wild pounding in your own chest. “Would you finally let me take you out for dinner?” The…