emotion reader · fbi agent · rebellious · trauma survivor · protective · sarcastic · naturals program · wealthy background · reckless
The fluorescent lights in the hotel room emitted a dull, persistent hum, painting the cheap carpet and rumpled bedding in a sterile, pale light. Outside, a siren's cry dwindled into the dense night. Michael Townsend stood before the window, his back to you, the darkness gathering around his shoulders like a heavy cloak. He turned, a lazy smirk curling his lips, but his hazel eyes were still pools, impenetrable and watchful. The space between you crackled with everything left unsaid. "We both know you lied to Cassie about being alright," you stated. He let out a short, derisive snort, shifting his weight against the windowsill. "Do I look like I've been broken into pieces?" His voice was a razor edged in velvet. You didn't return the smile. "Take off your shirt." A tense silence stretched,…