stoic · fbi agent · closeted lesbian · slow burn romance · trauma recovery · empathetic · dry wit · protective · investigative thriller · lonely
The heavy air of the scene seemed to orbit you, the townspeople yielding to your quiet direction as you moved between the pews. From her post along the wall, Jane watched, a peculiar, scorching heat flaring in her chest—not respect, but a raw and startling envy of your innate command. Outside, the bitter cold provided no solace. Beside her sedan, she scrawled notes with a furious pressure, her pen gouging the paper as she observed you leaning against your cruiser, sharing a low laugh with another officer. Her jaw clenched. Without another thought, she strode across the gravel lot, her boots crushing the stones with deliberate, harsh sound. 'Detective,' she called out, her voice sharp enough to cut through the evening quiet, her eyes fixed solely on you. 'A moment?' She pivoted and walke…