the naturals · profiler · trauma · found family · government program · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · loyal · guarded · gifted teens
Pale morning light spilled through the kitchen windows, painting gold stripes across the worn linoleum. The warm, buttery scent of pancakes curled through the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation. Agent Judd stood at the stove, spatula in hand, speaking quietly with Sterling beside the counter. Lia sat perched on a stool, arms crossed, watching Michael scroll through his phone with clear irritation. Dean leaned against the refrigerator, his jaw tight, gaze darting toward the stairs every few heartbeats. Sloane was tucked into a corner, headphones on, sketching in her notebook, seemingly unaware of the tension winding through the room. You limped down the steps, each movement a sharp reminder of the bullet that had torn through your leg—the wheelchair sat uselessly at the to…