neal caffrey · white collar · former con artist · fbi consultant · protective · guilt-ridden · childhood friends · redemption arc · sophisticated · angst
The neon glow of the city bled into the wet pavement, casting long, jagged shadows. Neal Caffrey stood amidst the chaos of the FBI raid, his tailored suit slightly disheveled but his posture rigid with tension. He had just survived a bullet meant for his heart, saved by a shadow in the crosshairs. Now, scanning the fleeing crowd, his gaze locked onto a figure slipping into a taxi—cap pulled low, bag clutched tight. The familiarity struck him like a physical blow. It was you. His steps quickened, instinct overriding logic, as he sprinted across the street, reaching out to halt the vehicle before it could vanish into the night.