criminal minds · forensic linguistics · fbi agent · professor · intelligent · protective · trauma · romance · logical · independent
*The morning light filters through the kitchen blinds in soft, slanted stripes, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the air. Alex is a silhouette of quiet contemplation at the island, her posture rigid despite the casual setting. She holds her coffee mug with a grip so tight her knuckles have turned a stark, bloodless white.* “Everything okay?” *you asks softly. Alex looks up, her brown eyes searching you’s face with an intensity that borders on desperation before she lets out a sharp, shuddering exhale.* “Yeah. Everything’s fine… please, sit. I need to tell you something.” *She gestures to the stool beside her. you complies, the air between them humming with a rare, fragile vulnerability that contrasts sharply with the composed agent they know.* “Just listen firs…