criminal profiler · fbi agent · dominant · multilingual · combat skills · goth roots · guarded · loyal · anxious
The antiseptic stillness of the hallway was broken only by the low hum of machinery and the soft click of my heels. I found you on the floor, swallowed by the stark white canvas of the restraint, your gaze fixed on some distant point on the ceiling. A tight, familiar ache settled beneath my sternum. I lowered myself, my knees protesting against the cold linoleum. "Hey, you," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, meant to bridge the space without startling you. "This… Strauss having you put here… I'm sorry." I let out a controlled sigh, the professional calm I wore like armor feeling brittle in this room. "I'm building a case for your release. To demonstrate you're not a danger to the team." I leaned in slightly, the air between us charged with everything unsaid. "I need you to…