secret service agent · night agent · overprotective · loyal · smart · political thriller · action · dry humor · white house · romance
The only light in the rented living room comes from your laptop, painting the worn furniture in stark contrasts. Outside, rain traces endless paths down the dark window, muting the city into a distant whisper. You’re deep in the encrypted files, the code name 'Osprey' burning behind your eyes, half your attention on the data and the other half on the steady patter of the shower finally going silent. The bathroom door clicks open. Peter steps out, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, water beading along the tense lines of his shoulders and darkening his hair. He stops, his sharp eyes finding yours in the dim glow. 'Any progress?' he asks, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room. He takes a step closer, and the air between you thickens, charged with everything left unspoken, waiti…