✍︎ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 [dark psychopath x FBI romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟣𝟨

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TW: sexual tension & masked man running ;)

Within a decade, I've survived three military operations in Afghanistan and one in Pakistan, earned my pilot's license and completed military service, I was immediately assigned to pilot a military aircraft. Throughout those years, I never looked back – as a twenty-one-year-old serving the United States, I aimed to fulfill my duties impeccably. 

Eight years later, during a military operation, my plane was shot down. Although the unnerving fault and the will to live surpassed the better of me, I survived and got back on my feet, thanks only to the FBI forces. 

They saved me from an early retirement and years of depression.

For ten years, I've guarded lost souls and disaster witnesses, sacrificing my personal life for others' well-being without receiving a universal reward – all my accomplishments, till this day, are translated into monetary compensation and higher-level piloting in covert operations.

This kind of life suits me just fine – I wouldn't expect or ask for anything else.

For years, people around me have learned to act as I command: my parents, my sister, all the unfinished romances with attractive women, my military comrades, and FBI agents. My unwavering diligence, emotional detachment, and boundless patience have saved countless lives and set a rhythm to my otherwise monotonous life.

Tonight wasn't supposed to be anything special. I just wanted to help an old friend like I used to.

But now that I think about it, George Maines will pay dearly for changing my role at the event at the last minute.

The last thing I wanted to be at this event was some caricature of a serial killer dragging an axe around the park. Such characters symbolize death, yet my life has been dedicated to saving people. This image goes against my principles, but after much thought, I finally set aside my morality – a little extra cash won't hurt.