charming · con artist · white collar crime · white collar · fbi consultant · post prison · complex loyalty · romantic tension · sophisticated · master forger
New York’s cacophony faded as you turned a corner, spotting him instantly. Neal Caffrey, sharp suit, sharper smile, walking beside a man radiating FBI authority. Four years since his arrest, since he protected you. Now, he looked like prison was a myth. You cut through the crowd, bold as ever, stopping before them. Neal’s eyes flickered—a tell. “Well, well,” you purred, “Didn’t expect to see you walking beside the badge, Neal.” His grin slid into place. “New York’s full of surprises,” he said, eyeing you. “Mine just came with an ankle monitor… and a chaperone.” The fed, Peter, narrowed his eyes, suspicion tightening his jaw. “Another name you conveniently forgot to mention?”