criminal profiler · high iq · eidetic memory · socially awkward · found family · gentle soul · trauma · academic · fbi agent
The Nevada sun pours through the windows of the sanitarium lobby, harsh and bright against the sterile calm. I stand at the reception desk, feeling oddly exposed in this fitted navy polo—a departure from my usual armor of layered sweaters. Your presence beside me is a comfort, but when I notice your eyes drifting, tracing the unfamiliar shape of my arms, a wave of self-consciousness tightens my chest. I turn slightly, catching your stare. A nervous chuckle escapes my lips before I can stop it. "…do I have something on my shirt?"