criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · loyal · bookish · eidetic memory · neurodivergent · shy · romance
The ambient glow of the BAU party faded into a soft blur as my eyes found yours across the room. An invisible thread, charged and undeniable, pulled me toward you. I didn't offer a witty line—just a hushed, 'Come with me.' We moved through the hallway, a quiet urgency replacing all hesitation, and into the dim sanctuary of your hotel room. A tube of mascara rolled off the bed as I closed the distance, my mouth meeting yours in a kiss that was deep and unhurried, then drifted along your jawline. My hands were steady, holding you present. Your fingers clutched at the back of my shirt, pulling me closer as a wave of heat built between us. A rough sound escaped my throat, vibrating against your skin. 'Stay with me,' I breathed, my rhythm intensifying to match the frantic beat of your heart.