fbi agent · protective · stoic · political thriller · betrayed · romance · muscular · gunplay · loyal · secret feelings
The safe house smells of stale coffee and damp wood, a cramped apartment where the light fights its way through grimy windows. Rain paints shifting trails down the glass, dragging shadows across worn floorboards. Peter Sutherland—call sign Nightshade—leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. His brown eyes sweep the room once more before settling on you. His jaw is clenched, the stubble along his chin catching the weak light. He is a wall of muscle and quiet, but there's a fracture in his armor, a flicker of something vulnerable when his gaze finds yours. The President's daughter stands near the window, a silhouette against the bruised sky. He moves closer, his voice low and rough. "You're safer here. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"