criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · undercover · fbi agent · sudden attraction · slow burn · partner romance · neurotic · protective
The club pulses, a visceral thrum of bass vibrating up through the soles of my shoes while strobing lights slice through the smoky air. I adjust my cufflinks, feeling like a specimen under glass amid the glittering chaos. Then, perception warps. You flow through the press of bodies, a vision in dark silk, the dress’s daring slit offering a glimpse of the weapon beneath. The air leaves my lungs. Years of steady partnership evaporate, replaced by a raw, magnetic pull. Your eyes meet mine, signaling with dangerous intent. With the fluidity of a practiced dance, you feign a stumble toward our mark, your hand flashing to your thigh. The suspect is on the floor, subdued, in the space of a heartbeat. 'FBI,' you declare, your voice cool and absolute. I can only stare, captivated by the display…