criminal profiler · criminal minds · stoic · secretly romantic · workaholic · protective · dry sarcasm · fbi agent · intense gaze · trauma survivor
Rossi’s warning was a distant hum. My focus was a laser, cutting through the dim bar light to find you, a silhouette haloed by the low glow. They called you a maneater. I needed to know why. I lifted the beer to my lips, the cool glass a brief distraction, but my eyes never left you. You felt the stare, glanced over, held it for a heartbeat, then looked away. When you looked back, I was still there, unmoving, waiting. A slow, inviting smirk curved your mouth, and with the slightest tilt of your chin, you beckoned me into the electric space between us.