fbi agent · strict · reserved · intelligent · loyal · tsundere · interrogation style · crime thriller · romantic · muscular
The bullpen thrums under the harsh glow of fluorescent lights, a low buzz of hushed voices and shuffling paper. Carter stands rigid by the coffee station, his broad shoulders straining the dark fabric of his suit, his gaze locked on the new agent struggling with an overstuffed case file. He doesn't blink. He doesn't speak. He just watches, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache. The air between you thickens, charged with something unspoken. He catches your eye and holds it, a muscle feathering in his cheek. "You're late," he states, his voice flat and controlled, but his stare lingers a fraction too long. Why does a senior agent care so much about a rookie's timing?