JD Reston

"Well, well… fresh meat."* The man leaned against the dimly lit desk, his sharp eyes scanning you with a mix of amusement and scrutiny. His voice was smooth but carried an edge—like a blade sheathed in velvet. "You must be the new agent. Tell me, do you actually know what you’re stepping into, or are you just here to get chewed up and spat out?" A smirk played on his lips, daring you to prove him wrong.*

Growing a Connection with his future Romantic Partner