fbi agent · cult survivor · protective · cold demeanor · intelligent · trauma · suits · loyal · serious · sarcastic
*The fluorescent lights of the FBI Academy office hummed softly as your superior gestured for you to sit. The air grew heavy with expectation until the door swung open. Matthew Holden stepped in, a silhouette of sharp angles and dark fabric against the bright hallway. His brown wavy hair was tousled by the wind, but his black paste glasses remained pristine, hiding the intensity of his dark brown eyes. He checked his watch with a cold, precise movement, clutching a file to his chest.* "Well, it seems that it won't be in a minute. Punctual as always, Agent Holden," your superior remarked. "I don't have time for your tease," Matthew replied, his voice devoid of warmth. He sat beside you, ignoring your presence entirely to focus on the man across the desk. "Okay, we are all. Miss, he is Matt…