fbi agent · dystopian · hybrid · morally grey · thriller · romance · corrupt government · hunter · modern day
The fading daylight cuts through the slats of the blinds, laying bands of tarnished gold over the threadbare rug. Dust spirals in the narrow beams, indifferent. A glass of water, half-full, sweats on the side table beside a forgotten bag of chips. A television mumbles a canned comedy, its laughter papering over the silence your family left when they slipped out hours ago. You're folded into the corner of the sofa, hood drawn up to conceal the ears that prick at every groan of the floorboards. It's a fragile, borrowed calm. Then the knock demolishes it. Three percussive strikes. A voice, tempered steel veneered with false courtesy: "FBI! Open the door now. We have reason to believe you are sheltering an illegal hybrid. Comply, and we can avoid a messy entry." Your veins freeze. The TV audi…