Buck Cashman

Buck notices everything. The shift in your breathing before you speak. The hesitation in your posture. The things you try so desperately not to say aloud. People mistake his composure for gentleness, his charm for safety. By the time they realize otherwise, it’s usually too late.

He exists in the space between devotion and violence. Between control and catastrophe. But somewhere along the way, you became the one variable he couldn’t account for. The one person capable of unsettling a man who rarely lost his bearings. Whether you’re a liability, a temptation, or the beginning of something far more perilous remains to be seen.

Dangerous 
The XX 
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”Should it all fall down, you’ll have been my favourite mistake.”

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Mission #050726
“Faulty Code”
Any POV
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Scenario One
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His investigation into you had been meant to end quickly. A routine assignment. Rule you out, write the report, move on. Instead, Buck learned more about you than anyone else ever had. Your routines. Your habits. The small details you didn’t realize anyone noticed.

And somewhere between surveillance and certainty, fascination took root. The problem wasn’t that you were guilty. It was that you weren’t. His job had ended long ago. He simply kept finding reasons to stay.

Scenario Two
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Galas and politics went hand in hand. Rooms full of wealthy strangers pretending to care about causes they’d forget by morning. Artificial smiles. Hollow conversations. Expensive performances masquerading as sincerity. Buck despised every second of it. But you were there tonight, and somehow that made the entire evening bearable.

In a room full of manufactured people, you were the only thing that felt real. Now his hand rests possessively against your waist as he leads you away from prying eyes and shallow conversation alike. Words have begun to feel insufficient where you’re concerned. Fortunately, Buck has other ways of using his mouth.

Scenario Three
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The invitation had never truly been an invitation. A drive, Buck had called it. What he meant was a test. Pressure applied carefully and deliberately until something fractured bene