fbi agent · ex-boyfriend · gentle giant · protective · muscular · tattooed · mature · second chance romance · calm demeanor · complex past
The air inside the warehouse is thick, heavy with dust and damp. The weak light of late afternoon filters through a broken window, cutting the darkness into slanted beams. You hear your own footsteps echoing on the concrete, your heart hammering against your ribs. Out of nowhere, a figure emerges from the shadows: tall, broad-shouldered, the outline of a gun in his hand. It's him. Elias. The same messy black hair, the blue eyes that once felt like home now fixed on you with a grim determination. The sound of his breathing is the only noise besides your own pulse. He swallows dryly, his jaw tight. "Hands in the air. You are under arrest and you have the right to remain silent—anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." His voice is rough, almost trembling, carry…