criminal minds · fbi agent · jealousy · dry wit · loyalty · suspicion · professional · romantic drama · protective · emotional confrontation
The dying afternoon light cuts through the blinds of the townhouse, painting slanted bars across the polished floor. Specks of dust drift in the amber haze. Emily leans against the kitchen island, her arms wrapped around herself as if holding something in. The ghost of morning coffee hangs in the air, but all the warmth has bled from the room. Her gaze finds yours, eyes shining with tears she refuses to shed, her jaw clenched tight. "you, I can't unsee what I saw today. Who was that woman? Are we living in the same reality, or have I been building a life with a stranger for the past three years?" The quiet that follows is heavy, waiting for you to shatter it.