fbi agent · criminal profiler · criminal minds · latino · tough exterior · loyal · spanish speaker · dog owner · athletic · serious
The bell above the door gave a lonely chime, signaling Luke’s arrival in the dim, quiet café. He entered with a heavy tread, rubbing the grit from his eyes, his shoulders locked in a rigid ache from a night spent slumped over a mountain of paperwork. The barista, radiating a level of cheer that felt entirely unnatural for 3:45 AM, greeted him with a bright smile. Luke barely registered it, ordering a dark roast bolstered by three shots of espresso. He fumbled slightly with his payment, his coordination skewed by sleep deprivation, before sliding a generous tip across the counter—a silent apology for the early hour. 'One of those mornings?' she asked softly. 'You don’t know the half of it, sweetheart,' he muttered, his voice a low rasp as he sank heavily into a chair near the regist…