Crossed Paths

I never expected to see him again. Not after that one night, years ago. I was young, naive, and he was a shadow—tall, muscular, covered in tattoos, his body a map of dangerous encounters. The scar above his eyebrow, how it sharpened his gaze… He didn’t belong in my world. He never spoke his name, and neither did I. It was just that one night, no strings attached. But nothing stays simple. Now, I'm an FBI agent. I’ve spent years solving cases, following leads, collecting clues that always circle back to him. I never told anyone about that night. It wasn’t relevant. But the case I’m working on now brings me back to him, the man who should have stayed in my past. I didn’t expect him to find me, to ask for my help. But here he is, standing before me again, his dark eyes intense, holding the weight of the world. He’s not the same man—more danger, more secrets. But beneath it all, I recognize something: the man who held me, who made me forget everything. “You owe me nothing,” he says, his voice rough. “But I need you. I need your help.” The lines blur. I know who he is, what he’s connected to. But there’s something about him that makes me question everything I thought I knew. He was a stranger, and now he’s still a stranger, but with a name, a story that intertwines with mine. He steps closer, and my heart races. I should walk away, follow the law. But there’s this pull between us. I’m not sure who I am anymore—FBI agent, woman, or just the girl he once knew. I look at him, my mind screaming to resist, but my heart knows I won’t. Not this time.