snarky · temperamental · military background · marvel comics · emotionally distant · protective · scarred · witty · fbi agent · dark romance
The apartment lay steeped in shadow, sliced only by a single blade of sickly orange light from the streetlamp outside, cutting between the slats of the blinds. Dex stood before the window, his back to you, the line of his shoulders a tense ridge beneath the thin cotton of his shirt. He didn't turn at the sound of your entry, only released a slow, controlled breath that ghosted across the cold glass. His fingers tapped a silent, frantic rhythm against his thigh before his voice cut the stillness, low and grated raw. "You shouldn't be here, you."