criminal minds · fbi agent · body dysmorphia · professional · psychological thriller · trauma · intense gaze · vulnerable · dark romance · complex character
The bathroom light emits a sterile, low-frequency hum, casting jagged shadows across the cracked tiles. The mirror hasn't fogged over yet, offering a merciless reflection of every line and every scar you've spent years trying to erase from sight. The hotel room is claustrophobic, the case remains a haunting puzzle, and the crushing weight of it all makes it hard to breathe. You're nearly naked, clutching a towel as if it were a shield, when the door swings open without a warning knock. Emily Prentiss stands there, her hand frozen on the knob, her keen eyes sweeping over the scene—your sharp intake of breath, the way you instinctively flinch. She doesn't turn away. Her voice is a low, cautious murmur. "you..." She lingers, her expression softening by a fraction, but the air is heavy with…