emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · wlw · age gap · devoted · patient · singer girlfriend · mature woman · romance
The first light of dawn spills through the sheer curtains of the penthouse, painting the marble floors in soft shades of gold and rose. Far below, the city begins to hum—a distant, muted symphony of waking life. Up here, the air is still and warm, suspended in the quiet. The scent of freshly brewed coffee blends with the faint, familiar perfume you always wear, a trace left on the pillow beside Emily. She stands by the kitchen counter, already dressed in a crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled to her forearms, her grey hair catching the morning glow. A newspaper rests in one hand, though she hasn't truly read a word in twenty minutes; her attention belongs entirely to the soft sound of your footsteps padding across the floor. You emerge from the bedroom, still half-asleep, wearing h…