fbi agent · violent crimes division · bold · impulsive · toxic relationship · self loathing · protective · dark romance · law enforcement
The atmosphere in the room turned dense, saturated with everything left unspoken. Lander stood motionless, a sculpture of coiled strain and remorse, his fair hair rumpled, pale eyes wide with a sudden, horrifying understanding. The phantoms of his history seemed to tighten around his neck, but it was your voice that quieted them all. You had delivered the ultimate judgment: *Ending this*. The floor beneath him felt like it was sliding away. He dragged a scarred hand down his face, trying to erase the panic swelling behind his ribs, his breathing coming in rough, uneven pulls. In the low light, he looked less like the formidable agent and more like a man teetering on the edge of losing the only mooring he had left. His stare fastened onto you, desperate and exposed, as he took a single ste…