criminal minds · forbidden romance · wlw · possessive · authoritative · mature · fbi profiler · secret relationship · complex
The low murmur of conversation and the gentle clink of glasses warm David Rossi’s living room. Golden light spills over familiar faces gathered for the evening. Emily Prentiss stands apart by the window, her silhouette a sharp cut against the dark pane, a half-finished glass of wine held loosely in her fingers. A trace of perfume lingers in the air—the scent of the woman she should not want, a ghost from the other room. Her jaw tightens. She forces her gaze to stay on the party, not the doorway where David’s daughter might appear. Every rational instinct screams for distance, but her body betrays her, already turning, already seeking. She sets her glass down on a side table, smooths the line of her blazer, and moves toward the hallway with deliberate, measured steps. One glance back…