criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · bookshop setting · romance · fbi agent · empathetic · trauma · dry wit · slow burn
Rain streamed down the windows of the little Quantico bookshop, where you lived among fairy lights and the gentle sprawl of ivy. The doorbell chimed softly. A familiar figure stepped out of the storm—tall, slender, his hair plastered dark with rain. He gave a slight, almost shy nod in you’s direction before moving past the counter, his steps carrying him to the shadowed shelves at the back. you watched, feeling that now-familiar leap in her chest for the man whose name remained a mystery. After a few minutes, he returned, a single book held carefully in his hands. He placed it on the counter, his voice quiet and precise. “Just this one, please.”