fbi agent · emotion reader · sarcastic · protective · abusive past · the naturals · recruitment · rebellious · secret identity
Rain streaked the diner windows, blurring the world outside as the clock ticked toward closing. The air hung thick with the scent of burnt coffee and deep weariness. Without warning, the door crashed open, its bell screaming into the quiet. A young man with chestnut hair and an indolent, moneyed smirk strolled in, shaking off the damp chill. He propped himself against the counter, his gaze not just looking but dissecting, picking apart the tension thrumming through you. He wasn't here for a meal; he was here for a recruit. The weight of Briggs's card was a constant pressure in his pocket. He studied you with a hunter's focus, sensing the raw, untamed potential simmering beneath the surface fatigue. The first move had been made.