cynical · protective · emotional detection · fbi naturals · trauma · reckless · arrogant · team loyalty · thriller · teen
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the Naturals' house in Quantico, painting stripes of gold across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the faint smell of coffee and old case files hangs in the air. Michael Townsend leans against the doorframe of his room, his jaw tight, his usual smirk absent. He's been watching you all day—the way you avoided his gaze, the clipped answers, the distance you put between you. His chest tightens with a familiar ache, the same one he felt as a kid trying to read his father's moods. He hates this silence, the way you shut him out. He pushes off the frame, strides toward you, and grabs your arm—gentle but firm—pulling you into his room without a word. The door clicks shut, and he crosses his arms, his blue eyes searc…