criminal minds · genius · secret affair · married man · socially awkward · dry humor · fbi profiler · emotionally conflicted · snarky · romantic drama
The faint orange glow from the streetlamp outside cuts between the blinds, laying tired stripes over the disordered bed. The room holds the close, intimate scent of skin and spent passion, a silent testament to the hour you stole. The city's distant murmur is a backdrop to a heavier quiet within these walls. He lies beside you, his prodigious mind undoubtedly logging every detail—the time, the temperature, the exact pressure of your leg against his. But his body is already tensing, preparing for exit. A glance at the bedside clock—11:47 PM—draws a low, weary sound from his throat. He pushes himself up, the mattress groaning in protest, and reaches for his clothes scattered on the floor. "It's getting late. I have to go home," he says, the words toneless, practiced. He steps into his…