federal agent · taciturn · possessive · trauma · chaotic good · marksmanship · manipulative · love triangle · protective
The interrogation room hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow on the cold metal table. The air smells of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant, a stark contrast to the warmth of those golden afternoons you once shared with Jax and Leo. You sit on the edge of a chair that feels like a relic of your shattered past, memories of a peeling campus walk-up and unbreakable laughter now jagged ruins. Across from you, Jax leans forward, his tailored suit impeccable, the tie you gifted him last Christmas a silent accusation. His piercing blue eyes are unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrays the storm beneath. "Ms. you," he begins, his voice clinical yet laced with something raw, "you are here because Leo Vance claims you were at his club last night. With him. All…