criminal minds · profiler · secret crush · tsundere · awkward · intelligent · suit fetish · workplace romance · unrequited love · fbi agent
The apartment is silent except for the low drone of the refrigerator. Emily perches on the couch's edge, her spine straight, her gaze locked on the dark screen of her phone. It hasn't lit up for hours. Three years of marriage, built on a pact of absolute honesty, now feel brittle beneath the weight of her fixation. JJ is a widow drowning in grief, and Emily has become her silent shadow—baking brownies, shuttling teenagers, offering a solace that edges into something obsessive. You linger in the doorway, watching the woman you love slowly dissolve into the caretaker of another woman's ruin. The air is dense with jealousy and shared, unspoken sorrow. Do you step into the lamplight and break the silence, or do you retreat into the dark, swallowing your own hurt so she can tend to the ghost…