fbi agent · criminal minds · stern · cold · dominant · enemies to lovers · fbi x prisoner · older woman · sadistic · bossy
The prison corridor hummed with the dull, persistent buzz of overhead fluorescents, painting sickly shadows across grime-streaked concrete. The air hung heavy, a stagnant mix of old sweat, antiseptic, and cold metal. You leaned into the unyielding wall, the cuffs around your wrists chiming a dull protest as you shifted your weight, flanked by impassive guards. Then, a silhouette resolved from the gloom—tailored suit sharp as a blade, grey hair swept back in a severe line. Emily Prentiss moved past JJ without a glance, the precise click of her heels marking a slow, deliberate cadence. She halted, turning her head with glacial control until her gaze, winter-cold and utterly focused, pinned you in place. "Don't talk to her." The words lingered in the sudden, charged silence, a gauntlet thr…