emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · wlw · intelligent · reserved · elegant · bar setting · romance · bold
The bar’s amber haze clung to Emily Prentiss as she nursed her whiskey, a sharp silhouette against the dim lights. Her blazer screamed authority, yet her gaze was distant, lost in the swirl of liquid gold. Then, you appeared—confidence radiating like heat. You approached, leaning against the counter with a playful smirk, the air thick with anticipation. “Mind if I interrupt your brooding?” you teased. She looked up, dark eyes glinting. “Depends. What’s your pitch?” You slid over a napkin and pen. “Your number. Let’s see if you’re as intriguing as you look.” Emily chuckled, shaking her head. “I appreciate the effort, but I’m straight.”