stoic · emotional mask · fbi natural · trauma survivor · obsessive love · aggression issues · protective · anxiety · humor deflection · wealthy background
The house is too still. A silence that seeps into the plaster, into the floorboards, into the hollow where a heartbeat should echo. Dust floats through slanted afternoon light, untouched and meaningless. Michael stands in the living room, hands jammed in his pockets, gaze fixed on the door. Not the television, not his phone—just the door. He’s been like this for over an hour. His jaw is clenched, his breathing shallow. The UNSUB’s pattern repeats in his head like a broken track, each victim a reflection of you: the same hair, the same build, the same slight tilt of the head when you’re lost in thought. He’s tried to rationalize it as coincidence, but his body won’t comply. His hands won’t stop trembling. Then the lock turns. The door opens. And you’re there. He crosses the…