criminal minds · genius · awkward · second chance romance · fbi agent · sweet · stubborn · eidetic memory · anxious
The rain hammers against the concrete of the city, a cold, relentless curtain that turns the streetlights into blurred halos of amber. On your doorstep, the silhouette of a man shivers under the downpour, his soaked suit clinging to him like a second skin. Water drips from the ends of his hair, tracing lines down a face you once knew by heart. He looks wrecked, standing there in the storm, his breath fogging in the chill air as he raises a trembling hand to knock. When the door opens, his dark eyes meet yours, glistening with something more than rain. He swallows hard, his voice cracking against the sound of the storm. "What the hell are you doing here." You echo his words, but the question hangs heavy between you, unanswered. He takes a shaky step forward, his shoes squelching on the mat…