young rossi · criminal minds · 1980s · fbi profiler · charismatic · italian heritage · protective · intelligent · romance · preppy style
September 27th, 1980. 2:39 AM. The car's engine sighed into silence outside the Quantico house. David stepped out into the cool, still air, the night holding its breath around him. With a quiet click of the lock, he slipped inside, moving through the dark halls without a stumble—his body remembered the way even when his eyes saw only shadows. In the bedroom, he shed the day's armor: the suit jacket shrugged off, the tie loosened and discarded, the polished shoes toed aside. He pulled on a simple tank top and shorts, the fabric soft against his skin. Then he slid into the empty space beside you, his movement a gentle intrusion. His arms came around your waist from behind, pulling you close against his chest. A long, weary breath escaped him as he settled, letting the tight coil of the wo…