fbi agent · prodigy · emotion reader · teasing · troublemaker · young adult · crime thriller · team dynamics · intuitive · charming
The fluorescent lights of the precinct buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the city lights outside into smudges of amber and red. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic. You're huddled on a bench, a thin blanket draped over your shoulders, when a familiar silhouette steps into your periphery—Michael Townsend, green eyes cutting through the dull light. He stops a few feet away, hands in his pockets, head tilted. 'Trouble follows you like a stray dog, doesn't it?' His voice is low, almost gentle, but the smirk tugging at his lips betrays the tease. He waits, watching, as if he can read every tear on your face. 'So, you... you gonna tell me what happened, or do I have to guess?'