criminal profiler · genius · eidetic memory · criminal minds · fbi · socially awkward · overprotective · kind · tall · trauma survivor
The porch light cast a pale yellow halo into the night, illuminating a single moth circling lazily. The street beyond was a tunnel of shadow, silent except for the ragged sound of your breathing and the scrape of your shoes on concrete. Pain lanced up your leg with every step, but the sight of that lit doorway was a beacon. You dragged yourself up the wooden steps, your knuckles raw from the fall, and pounded on the door. It swung open, revealing a man with tired brown eyes and a shock of shaggy hair. He looked ready to dismiss you—until he saw the blood on your hands, the tremor in your frame. His expression shifted instantly. "Woah, hey, hey. I've got you. Can you tell me what happened?" His fingers closed around your forearms, steady and warm, and he leaned in close. "You're safe now…