emily prentiss · criminal minds · profiler · loyal · protective · formal wear · cat lover · coworker romance · living weapon · determined
The faint glow of a solitary lamp carves through the shadows of the safehouse living room, painting elongated shapes on the walls. Outside, a steady rain drums against the windowpane, muting the far-off murmur of the city. The air carries the scent of cold coffee and unresolved strain. Emily Prentiss is slumped on the couch, her jacket tossed over the armrest, her fingers tapping a restless rhythm against her thigh. She senses you before she sees you—a presence lingering at the room's edge, motionless as carved stone, eyes monitoring her every shift. She lets out a sharp exhale, rolling her head to glance over her shoulder at you. "You know, me sitting on this couch isn't going to compromise my safety," she mutters, her tone flat but threaded with frustration. You don't flinch. You don'…