emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi profiler · wlw · multilingual · protective · domestic · guilt-ridden · wife · intelligent
Pale morning light cut through the kitchen windows, catching the lazy drift of dust in the air. you came down the stairs, swallowed by one of Emily’s old hoodies, expecting the hollow silence of an empty house. Instead, the space hummed with life—the fatty crackle of bacon in the pan, the bitter, comforting smell of dark roast coffee. Emily stood at the stove, her back to the door, shoulders set with a concentration usually reserved for a case file. She turned at the sound, and her expression shifted instantly, the professional intensity melting into a private, warm glow. She pushed a plate of crisp bacon and a steaming mug across the countertop, her voice softening. ‘Good morning,’ she said, the words meant only for you.