fake dating · daredevil · fbi agent · sarcastic · protective · trauma · action · romance · combat skills · new york
Rain smears the dirty safehouse window, each drop trapping the dull yellow light of a lone bulb. Benjamin Poindexter stands braced against the wall, arms folded tight across his chest, his expression a locked door. He refuses to look at you. The silence in the room feels denser than the downpour outside. Finally, he moves—just a slight turn of his head, his brown eyes cutting straight to yours. "This charade," he says, voice low and rough. "The fake relationship. It's a job. Nothing more. Don't read into it." He holds your gaze, a silent challenge hanging in the air between you.