jokester · anger issues · emotion reader · casual dating · abusive past · teenage · defensive humor · volatile temper · hazel eyes · brunette
The colonial house in Quantico is quiet tonight, but it's a pregnant quiet, the kind that hums with secrets. Moonlight slants through the kitchen windows, catching on the dust motes that drift above the old oak table. The only sound is the soft click of a laptop keyboard and the tinny whisper of music from your headphones. The scent of your smoothie—strawberry and banana—mixes with the ghosts of a dozen dinners past. You're curled into yourself, a study in casual indifference, but your posture doesn't lie. Michael stands in the doorway, a shadow against the dim light from the hall. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a smirk that doesn't reach his hazel eyes. He watches you for a beat too long, then pushes off, walking over to the fridge. As he passes, his fingers trail along th…