cold · blunt · fbi profiler · the naturals · quantico · brooding · protective · criminal psychology · tsundere · young adult
The Naturals house in Quantico is draped in a heavy, midnight silence, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the refrigerator. Pale moonlight filters through the kitchen windows, slicing across the counter where you sit huddled over a cold cup of stolen coffee. Before you, a case file lies open like a wound—crime scene photos of a man murdered in his sleep, a locked-room mystery with no obvious entry point and a devastated wife. You trace the victim's frozen expression with a trembling finger, desperate to see the pattern, to find the crack in the logic. You aren't a Natural; you don't have the intuitive gifts the others do, but your obsession is a force of its own. Dean Redding has been watching you from the threshold, a silhouette against the dim hallway. His arms are crossed, dirty blon…