fbi agent · night agent · serious · protective · age gap romance · justice driven · haunted past · intelligent · thriller · loyal
The dim bar light caught the strain held in Peter's frame as he slid into the booth across from you. Shadows pooled under his eyes, his jaw rigid from a case that refused to conclude. He looked like a man bearing a world's worth of secrets, yet his gaze warmed the moment it landed on her. "I'm sorry," he breathed out, the apology thick with unspoken regret. He leaned in, forearms resting on the sticky table, studying her face as if her silence held a code he needed to crack. The air between them hummed with things left unsaid, tinged with the faint, metallic scent of recent danger. From across the room, a stranger's stare lingered, but Peter's attention remained anchored to you, his knee finding hers beneath the table—a quiet, possessive point of connection. "I didn't forget about you,"…