Line of Sight // Agent Ben Poindexter x Female oc
dark, obsessive devotion/unhealthy obsession, slow burn, sexual tension, morally gray romance, hurt-comfort, stalker fantasy, secret identities, lowkey dom female oc, submissive dex, privacy violation, emotional dependency, action violence (mentions of blood), smut-gentle sex, masturbation, teasing, oral (f receives), arousal towards violence - some still upcoming, mentions of suicide (only in specific chapters which will have warnings before), psychological trauma/ptsd, guilt, original female character // lmk if I forgot anything !!
Chapter 20 - Crossing the Line
The moment Ethan's hand touched hers, something inside Dex snapped.
Across the street, hidden in the darkness between two parked cars, he watched Ethan's fingers settle over Sam's hand.
Watched exhaustion flash across her face.
The entire last 24 hours had already felt like punishment.
Listening to her cry through his apartment door.
Pretending not to be home.
Listening to her tell him she missed him.
Then watching her sit across from Ethan the very next night.
Watching Ethan smile at her.
Act like he had any right.
The violent thoughts arrived so naturally they almost scared him.
Dex watched her push her chair back.
Ethan's smile faded slightly.
She pulled her hand away.
"You can't honestly tell me you didn't know what this was."
She looked almost shocked.
"Ethan what are you talking about?"
"You went to see Poindexter."
"I don't see what that has to do with anything."
"It has everything to do with it."
More exhausted than angry.
"I don't want this conversation."
"You spend weeks defending a suspended federal agent nobody trusts—"
Sam's face hardened immediately.
"And somehow you don't notice?"
"You talk about him constantly."
Across the street, Dex stood perfectly still.
Watching every word, wishing he could hear.
Sam looked genuinely uncomfortable now.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure. I'm just saying maybe the reason you keep running to him isn't because of the case."
Then slowly picked up her coat.
The movement alone told Dex everything.
The word came out stronger this time.
"I've had a horrible week."
Ethan immediately looked guilty.
"My supervisors are questioning me."
"My career might be falling apart."
"One of the biggest cases of my life is going nowhere."
"And somehow this dinner became about your feelings."
Then she turned and walked away.
Dex immediately stepped deeper into the shadows.
Passed within thirty feet of him.
Then she disappeared around the corner.
And suddenly all of Dex's attention returned to Ethan.
Twenty minutes later Ethan finally stumbled outside.
Just enough alcohol to make bad decisions.
Enough to dull instincts.
Enough to make him vulnerable.
The city had grown quieter.
Ethan shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking.
Looking for the right moment.
It arrived six blocks later.
A narrow alley between two abandoned buildings.
A hand grabbed Ethan's jacket.
The other covered his mouth.
Ethan had enough time to make one muffled sound.
Then the back of his head connected with concrete.
When Ethan woke up, his head was splitting apart.
Rope binding him tightly to a chair.
A figure emerged from the darkness.
The realization landed immediately.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Ethan shifted against the ropes.
"You know kidnapping a federal agent is—"
Close enough now that Ethan could see the blood on the suit.
The damage from the warehouse.
And the intense anger in him eyes.
He looked more dangerous than ever.
For several seconds neither spoke.
A little louder this time.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Bullseye's jaw tightened beneath the mask.
"You kidnapped me because of a woman?"
Ethan felt fear beginning to crawl up his spine.
The kind impossible to joke away.
Bullseye took another step forward.
"You don't deserve to even breath around her."
Because suddenly this wasn't about the FBI.
"Sam? Are you talking about Sam?"
Bullseye's breathing changed.
And that second was enough.
"What are you talking about?"
"You made it about yourself."
"You saw she was hurting."
The voice cracked slightly.
"You''ll never be able to care for her the way she needs. You'll never be able to see everything about her."
Enough to realize this man cared.
The words slipped out before Ethan could stop them.
Because something changed.
"You must have some weird obsession with Samantha is that right? That's why you didn't hurt her at the warehouse. And now you think I want her? That I'm trying to get with her?"
Bullseye paused, looming.
"Look, I don't give a shit about her anymore. I tried to sweet talk her at dinner because I thought she might be an easy lay again. If you want her you can have her, that bitch."
How could he speak about her this way?
"And you wanna know what I think?"
Ethan looked up at Bullseye, eyeing him like he had the upper hand.
In that moment Dex knew what he would do.
Bullseye grabbed at his mask, slowly unveiling his face. The shock on Ethan's face was clear, along with the fear.
Dex smiled, feeding off the fear he was inflicting on Mr. Perfect.
Dex reeled back his arm and threw a punch, slamming into Ethan's jaw.
The chair crashed sideways.
Pain exploded through Ethan's face.
The next punch came faster.
Ethan barely had time to scream.
Wasn't controlled anymore.
All of it erupting at once.
"You don't get to say her name."
"You don't get to touch her."
"You don't get to look at her."
Ethan peered up at him through blood and tears.
Enough to see madness in his eyes
Enough to know he wasn't leaving this building, ever.
And something inside him went completely dark.
The next morning the call came before sunrise.
Sam knew something was wrong the second Nadeem asked her to meet him at a crime scene.
His voice sounded strange.
The kind of voice people used when they were trying not to say something over the phone.
By the time she arrived, the street was flooded with flashing lights.
A knot formed in her stomach immediately.
She stepped out of her SUV.
The cold morning air hit her face.
He was already walking toward her.
And the expression on his face made everything worse.
Nadeem didn't answer right away.
He stopped a few feet away.
The world seemed to narrow.
Nadeem looked away briefly.
"They found him this morning."
The words didn't fit together.
The silence lasted too long.
For a moment she genuinely thought she misheard him.
The look in his eyes told her before he spoke again.
The words hit like a physical blow.
Because that wasn't possible.
She had dinner with him last night.
He'd been talking too much.
A hand touched her shoulder.
Grounding her before she could unconsciously start walking toward the building.
Only then realizing her feet had started moving.
Nadeem tightened his grip slightly.
Because he'd seen enough crime scenes to know some images never left.
Toward the open warehouse doors.
Toward investigators moving in and out.
Toward the covered stretcher.
And suddenly she couldn't breathe.
Her face remained completely composed.
Which worried Nadeem more than tears would've.
Nearby, two agents stood talking quietly.
Neither realized she could hear them.
One of them glanced toward the building.
"Way beyond bad. Guy's face was beat in so bad they could barely ID him."
The word lodged itself inside her head.
His expression darkened immediately.
The agents noticed him looking.
Sam stared at the building.
Then another thought arrived.
The way Ethan had become obsessed with catching him.
The way Bullseye had targeted Ethan instead of her.
Her mind refused to go there.
Questions she wasn't ready to ask.
Nadeem squeezed her shoulder.
"You don't have to go in there."
For the first time she looked at him.
Her voice came out smaller than she intended.
"When did they find him?"
"About an hour ago. We think he's been here since last night."
Then looked back toward the building.
Because somewhere beneath the calm exterior—
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