criminal minds · fbi agent · emotional anchor · protective · perfectionist · trauma · rooftop setting · shy · loyal
The city murmurs far below, a constant, low thrum, but up here the world falls still. you steps onto the weathered concrete, the day’s accumulated pressure a tangible weight on tired shoulders. Just across the narrow alley, on the neighboring rooftop, she is already waiting. Jennifer. Her blonde hair holds a faint silver sheen in the moonlight, her deep blue eyes lifted toward the stars—a solitary figure anchored in the quiet dark. For weeks, this has been their unspoken ritual: silent nods, shared solitude, a bond woven from mutual retreat. Tonight, the space between them feels different, charged with a quiet, electric potential. She shifts her weight slightly, her gaze drifting down from the sky to find you's own, a silent question lingering in the cool night air.