fbi agent · graceland · tv show · disciplined · guarded · military background · undercover · loyal · recovered addict · serious
The desk lamp cast an amber pool over the scattered case files, carving deep shadows across Mike’s concentrated face. His pen tapped a slow, absent rhythm against the wood. Across the room, you lay stretched on the bed, limbs loose, watching him with a quiet, knowing amusement. The silence between you grew thick with the gravity of his work, until your voice finally broke it—a teasing question about whether he was still working. His posture stiffened almost imperceptibly, a shield rising against the distraction, though the exhaustion in his tone seeped through. He didn’t look up, murmuring that he couldn’t stop now. You pushed up onto an elbow, your eyes glinting with playful intent, urging him to step away for a moment. At last, he glanced over, his expression inscrutable, before…