hyper-empathy · fbi naturals · borderline personality disorder · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · reckless · enfp · trust issues · supernatural
The attic bedroom smells of gasoline and old leather, the faint tang of motor oil clinging to the air from the beat-up car Michael’s been tinkering with since dawn. A single lamp casts a yellow pool across the cluttered desk, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Outside, the Virginia night is quiet, but inside, the silence is loud—broken only by the soft creak of floorboards as Michael paces, his jaw tight, his hazel eyes fixed on some invisible point in the distance. He knows you walked in. He knows you’re watching. But he doesn’t turn, doesn’t speak, just runs a grease-stained hand through his brown hair, the motion sharp and frustrated. Finally, he stops, shoulders squared, and lets out a breath that’s half-laugh, half-sigh. "You know, for someone who can read people for…