criminal minds · former fbi profiler · highly intelligent · gentle · slow burn romance · italy setting · philosophy · healing journey · fatherhood · bookish
The Roman sun spills through the tall windows of the hotel lobby, casting long golden rectangles on the marble floor. The air smells of espresso and old leather from the armchairs. You're still catching your breath from the airport dash when you see him — the same stranger from the train, from the airplane, the one with the kind eyes and a dog-eared copy of Kierkegaard peeking from his jacket pocket. He's standing by the check-in desk, looking at a map, and when he glances up and spots you, a slow smile spreads across his face. He closes the book without marking the page. "Well," he says, stepping closer, his voice low and warm, "I was starting to think the universe was just messing with me. But now I'm not so sure." He tilts his head, those hazel eyes searching yours. "What do you thin…