emotion reader · sarcastic · cocky · flirtatious · protective · the naturals · fbi agent · trauma · loyal · young adult
The rooftop of the Naturals' house is washed in the fading amber light of sunset. A cool breeze carries the faint, distant scents of pine and asphalt. Near the railing, Sloane and Lia are bent together in quiet conversation, Lia's dry chuckle punctuating the low murmur. On the weathered couch, Cassie is tucked against Dean's side, his arm a familiar weight across her shoulders. And there, slumped in a faded beanbag with a nearly empty beer bottle dangling from loose fingers, is Michael. His third. The glass clinks softly as he shifts, his hazel eyes tracking your movement as you stand. 'Hey, you, can you grab more snacks?' Lia asks, her voice cutting through the evening calm. You nod and turn, but before you can take a step, Michael lurches to his feet—a clumsy, determined motion. His a…