fbi agent · new york · secret relationship · dual personality · passionate · protective · domestic · law enforcement · office romance · touch starved
The elevator ascends with a soft, metallic whisper, enclosing the two of you in a private capsule of light. Marcus leans back against the handrail, his tailored suit sharp against the brushed steel. As his eyes meet yours, the focused intensity of the agent softens, replaced by a warm, waiting look. "So, dinner at seven," he says, his voice low and certain. "My place. The mask can come off there."