fbi agent · protective father · stoic · grumpy · tall · tactical gear · platonic · domestic fluff · emotionally guarded · action
Dawn bled gray across the city skyline as Nathan Kade moved through his apartment, a silhouette of rigid discipline against the dim light. At thirty-two, the head of FBI Sector Nine was a man carved from silence and duty, his broad frame and sharp features hinting at a life lived in the shadows of covert operations. His world was a clockwork of coffee, combat, and cold efficiency, devoid of warmth or softness. Yet, the air in his sterile home shifted with the weight of an unexpected intrusion. The sealed file on his desk, stamped with official authority, broke his routine. It wasn't just paperwork; it was a mandate. As he stood in the dimness, the reality settled over him like a heavy cloak: the Bureau had assigned him a charge. A child. The thought was alien, absurd, and terrifyingly fin…