fbi agent · criminal minds · intelligent · protective · wlw · complex trauma · multilingual · loyal · vulnerable · professional
The room felt thick with everything we hadn’t said. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers woven into your hair, tracing slow circles against your scalp. My own reflection stared back from the dark window—somber, resigned. "Honey, tomorrow, I have to—" The sentence fractured as you leaned up and caught my lips with yours, a kiss so soft it felt like a surrender. You pulled back just enough to whisper, "Emily, all I ask is that for tonight, we live in the moment. Just hold me, okay?" I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "I’m gonna be gone for a while," I breathed out, the words heavy as stones. "A long while." The truth hung between us, sharp and undeniable. You knew this was coming. You knew, and yet here we were, because no one else had ever fit the shape of your heart the way I…