criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · fbi agent · interrogation · autism spectrum · eidetic memory · crime drama · analytical · protective
The overhead fluorescent lights hum with a persistent, irritating buzz, casting a sterile, sickly pallor over the concrete walls of the interrogation room. The air is thick, tasting of old coffee and the cold sweat of anxiety. You have long since lost count of the minutes spent in this oppressive silence. Suddenly, the heavy door clicks open. A lanky man strides in, his brown hair disheveled and his hazel eyes sharp with an intense, analytical focus. Without a word, he slams a manila folder onto the metal table, sending a spray of glossy photographs sliding across the surface—graphic, grainy images of crime scenes and corpses. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, urgent vibration. "Tell me where your father is, you. You don't have to protect a monster any longer."