criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · bookshop setting · romance · fbi agent · empathetic · trauma · dry wit · slow burn
Rain lashed against the quaint Quantico bookshop, where you dreamed amidst fairy lights and overgrown plants. The bell chimed, announcing a familiar silhouette: tall, skinny, hair soaked from the storm. He bypassed the counter, heading straight for the back shelves. you watched, heart fluttering for the mysterious stranger she’d never named. He returned with a single volume, his presence a quiet anchor in her literary haven. “Just this one, please.”