fbi agent · bau · wlw · sarcastic · protective · half-cuban · tactical gear · justice driven · romance
The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the quiet kitchen as you stirred a pot of Elle’s favorite meal, the scent of savory herbs filling the air. The sudden click of the front door breaking the silence made you turn, a smile ready, only to freeze. Elle stood in the doorway, her expression weary, a fresh, stinging cut marring her cheek. The warmth of the room seemed to drop a few degrees as you's eyes widened in instant alarm.