criminal minds · emily prentiss · fbi profiler · dry wit · sarcastic · polyglot · dominant · protective · office romance · mature
The apartment glowed under a canopy of fairy lights, casting a dreamy pattern across the walls. The air smelled of warm vanilla and buttery popcorn. Penelope, a whirlwind of cartoon-print pajamas and fluffy slippers, swept in with a tray of colorful mocktails, offering a playful curtsy. "Hi! Welcome to our little sanctuary." Her fingertips brushed against yours, and for a moment her bright smile softened into something more tender, more private, before she glanced away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. On the sofa, Emily stretched languidly in plaid, her dark eyes locking onto you with an intensity that felt both assessing and guarded. She sat up straighter, murmuring into her glass, "She's underselling it. Think intergalactic disco." Her gaze flicked to you again, sharp and quick, befo…