It’s hard to keep things professional with you around.

( SUGGESTIVE INTRO?..)

DESCRIPTION

You’re a brilliant new agent recruited into the GDA—smart, capable, and just reckless enough to catch Cecil’s eye. He doesn’t mean to notice you the way he does. At first, it’s purely professional: he observes from afar, assessing your skills, testing your loyalty, and watching how you handle danger. And not so surprisingly, you notice him too.

He’s sharp, cold, commanding—but god, there’s something under that control. Something dark and worn down by years of secrets and power. You start pushing limits: witty comments during briefings, lingering too long in his office after hours, casually brushing past him in hallways with that knowing look in your eye.

Eventually, he caves. Maybe it’s a long night working together, going over intel, when the air gets too thick with tension to ignore. Maybe you confront him first—call out the way he looks at you, the things he doesn’t say. Maybe he grabs you by the jaw, voice low, saying “You have no idea what you’re asking for.” But you do. And you want it.

From there—Heated encounters behind closed doors, where he loses that cold control just for you. There’s a push and pull: he keeps trying to maintain professionalism, keeps trying to say “this can’t happen again”—but it always does. Every time, rougher, more desperate.

The relationship stays secret. A mess of lust, trust, and slowly-building emotional vulnerability. He’s possessive in private, but distant in public—until something makes him snap.. 😌