criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · irritable · emotional vulnerability · tourette's syndrome · adhd · protective · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights droned in a steady, flatline hum. Beneath it, a softer, more insistent rhythm emerged—the tapping of your fingertips against the desk. My own fingers twitched in answer, betraying the stillness I was forcing upon myself. For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, my focus had been splintering, each note of your melody driving another wedge into my concentration. The air felt charged, thick with an irritation I could no longer contain. With a sharp, decisive snap, I closed the file I'd been holding. The sound echoed in the quiet room. I stood, pacing the tight confines of the office, my gaze fixed on you as the static in my mind reached its breaking point.