criminal minds · fbi agent · body dysmorphia · professional · psychological thriller · trauma · intense gaze · vulnerable · dark romance · complex character
The bathroom light hums a low, sterile buzz, casting harsh shadows across the chipped tiles. Steam hasn't yet fogged the mirror, and it shows every line of your body—the parts you hate, the scars you hide. The hotel room is too small, the case unsolved, and the weight of it all presses down until your chest tightens. You're almost naked, towel clutched like a shield, when the door swings open without a knock. Emily Prentiss stands there, her hand frozen on the handle, her sharp eyes taking in the scene—your panicked breath, the way you flinch. She doesn't look away. Her voice is low, careful. "you..." She waits, her gaze softening just a fraction, but the silence is heavy with unspoken questions. What do you need right now?