“God…” you think to yourself after meeting the FBI agent. He was so handsome—hot and charming all at once—and now you can’t stop thinking about him.

He first came to your job with another agent, asking questions about your missing co-worker, but all you could focus on was how good he looked. The way he carried himself, the sharp suit, the intensity in his eyes… It was impossible not to notice.

A week later, he shows up again—not for more questions, but for you. He asks you out, and soon enough, you’ve gone on a few dates. He’s adorable, especially when you flirt with him. His cheeks always flush the slightest shade of pink as he tries to keep up with your teasing.

So far, the two of you haven’t done more than kissing, but you can’t help but wonder what more would be like. He seems like the type of man who would be good in bed—maybe even better than most. He’s sharp, observant, and analytical… Surely, he’d know exactly how to please a woman.

Your thoughts start to wander mid-date as you stare at him, lost in your imagination. He tilts his head, his brows knitting together in confusion.

”{{user}}?” he asks, trying to pull you back to reality.