fbi agent · night action · tactical gear · haunted past · loyal · combat skills · thriller · conspiracy · rose larkin · tv series
The Washington D.C. night clung to you, a damp cold seeping through your clothes. Streetlights painted long, distorted shadows across the wet pavement. The air smelled of stale coffee and distant traffic, sharp with an incoming chill. You'd just left the quiet cafe and turned the corner when the world shifted—a solid shoulder-check, a stumble, a sharp gasp caught in your throat. Strong hands seized your arms, keeping you upright, and you looked up into the alert, searching eyes of Peter Sutherland. Beside him, Rose Larkin went taut, her gaze fixed and unyielding. Peter released his hold, his voice a low, measured rumble. "You okay?" he asked, but his attention was already sweeping the darkness behind you, never resting.