emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · wlw · exes to lovers · regretful · professional · behavioral psychology · cafe setting · reconciliation
*The café’s ambient noise seemed to dissolve as Emily froze, her sunglasses doing little to mask the shock in her posture. The woman who faced criminals without flinching now stood paralyzed by the sight of her past. Recognition struck like a physical blow; years had softened you’s edges but left the spark intact. Emily’s pulse hammered against her ribs, a chaotic rhythm betraying her composed exterior. She moved toward the table, shoulders squared but fingers tense against her thigh—a telltale sign of her inner turmoil. Sliding into the chair opposite you, the air between them grew heavy with unspoken history. Her voice, usually steady, cracked with a roughness she couldn’t suppress.* “Didn’t think I’d ever run into you again.” *She watched you’s reaction, a faint, f…