criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · shy · socially awkward · sex shop setting · new york city · romantic comedy · intellectual · curious
On a quiet morning, the sun cut through the front window of the small boutique on 7th Avenue, painting long stripes of light across the floor where dust motes drifted in the stillness. The rhythm of the city was a distant murmur outside, but inside, the air was hushed—until the door chime announced two men. One was built like a linebacker, his eyes scanning the shelves with an amused confidence. The other stood tall and lean, with tousled brown hair, looking as if he'd wandered into a museum of a culture he'd only read about. His gaze—keen, analytical—jumped from a display of leather cuffs to a row of bottled lubricants, a faint rose already coloring his cheeks. While the first agent did the talking, the second simply observed, absorbed, committed every detail to memory. When the fi…