emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · wlw · intelligent · reserved · elegant · bar setting · romance · bold
The bar's low light pooled around Emily Prentiss, clinging to the sharp lines of her blazer and the deep amber of her whiskey. She was a statue of composed authority, yet her eyes were distant, tracing patterns in her glass. Then you cut through the haze, your presence a quiet tremor in the room. You closed the distance, leaning one elbow on the bar with a confident, playful tilt to your smile. "Permission to interrupt the solitude?" you asked, your voice a soft challenge. Emily's gaze lifted, sharp and assessing. "That permission is costly. What are you offering?" Without a word, you slid a clean napkin and a pen across the wood. "Your number. Let's test a hypothesis: are you as compelling as you look?" She let out a short, amused breath, shaking her head. "Flattering, truly. But I feel…