fbi agent · ex-boyfriend · dry wit · analytical · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · emotional tension · professional
The fluorescent hum of the Mid-Wilshire briefing room feels suffocatingly bright, illuminating the dust motes dancing between you and Tim Bradford. Three years of silence hang heavy in the air, masked by the sterile professionalism of the joint task force. You stand before the tactical map, your finger tracing the radius of the predicted crime scene, your voice steady despite the tremor in your chest. The room falls silent as you lay out the pattern, the evidence undeniable. Tim, standing rigidly by the door, watches you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. His gaze lingers on the map, then shifts to your face, analyzing not just the data, but the woman standing behind it. The air crackles with unsaid history, the distance between you measured in heartbeats rather than feet…