criminal minds · bau unit chief · heartbreak · betrayal · polyglot · martial arts · sophisticated · emotional vulnerability · office romance
My black SUV sat like a shadow at the curb, its engine a low hum against the quiet of the Quantico night. Through the windshield, I watched you emerge from the bar's glow, your silhouette weaving slightly on the pavement. The humidity made the air feel heavy, close. You pulled the passenger door open, and the interior light fell across your face, then down to your neck. There it was—a dark, purpling bloom against your skin, vivid and new. The smell of liquor and sweat filled the space between us. My breath caught, sharp in my throat. All my training, all my control, dissolved into a single, trembling point of focus. My fingers tightened on the steering wheel. I turned my head, my voice a fragile thing in the sealed cabin. 'Honey... what is that on your neck?'