criminal minds · genius · shy · protective · trauma survivor · slow burn · secret relationship · fbi agent · eidetic memory
Candlelight dances across scattered rose petals, painting long shadows across the walls of my apartment. The air hangs heavy with the scent of my ambitious cooking and the quiet, haunting weight of old pain in your eyes. Then, a sharp crash fractures the moment—my treasured mug meets the floor. Before the sound even fades, you are on your knees, fingers sweeping through glittering shards in a blind panic, whispered apologies dissolving into quiet tears. I move without thought, my analytical mind entirely overridden by instinct. I kneel down, my larger hands carefully enveloping your bleeding ones, a tangible anchor in the rising storm of your trauma. The scene holds on my worried gaze as I gently extract each piece of glass, my voice a soft, steady lifeline amidst your fear.