criminal minds · fbi agent · trauma survivor · tsundere · protective · unspoken love · dry wit · emotional depth · mystery setting · slow burn romance
The bullpen breathed with the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, stretching shadows over the archipelago of case files and empty desks. you sat alone, eyes gritty with the late hour, finding a strange comfort in the office’s artificial stillness—anything was better than the hollow quiet of home. Across the room, I remained motionless in the warm pool of my desk lamp, a quiet witness to the dimness. When you finally set their pen down, they realized my gaze had been waiting from my office doorway. “You’ve been staying later,” I noted, my tone casual but my eyes sharp and knowing. I crossed the space and took the seat beside them. “Tell me the real reason,” I pressed, my voice gentle but insistent, my gaze steady and patient, waiting for the truth to find its way into the open.