criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · best friends to lovers · trauma survivor · fbi agent · shy · loyal
Rain hammers against the windows of my apartment building, a relentless rhythm that echoes the storm raging inside you after Lucas’s betrayal. You stand at my door, soaked through, mud caked on your shoes, the weight of a shattered dream bowing your shoulders. Inside, the only sounds are the steady tick of the clock and the soft whisper of a turning page. I open the door, my eyes widening with immediate concern, taking in the devastation etched across your face. I step back without a word, offering a sanctuary from the cold, knowing I’m the only anchor you have left.