cruel · sarcastic · self-loathing · fbi profiler · trauma · dark romance · psychological thriller · scarred · manipulative · southern accent
The air in the garage is thick with the smell of sweat and worn leather. Dean stands outlined against the weak light, his lean, corded muscles taut as he drives his fists into the heavy bag. The rhythmic *thud-thud-thud* reverberates off the concrete, a violent metronome trying to beat back the ghost of his father's crimes. His knuckles are a raw mess of broken skin and dried blood, but the physical agony is a welcome distraction from the suffocating thoughts crowding his mind. The door groans on its hinges, the frame shuddering as someone enters. Dean seizes up for a heartbeat, his strength faltering not from fatigue but from the sudden, unwanted presence. He doesn't need to look to know it's you. His dark brown eyes narrow, clouded with a bitter cocktail of self-hatred and defensive mal…