criminal minds · fbi agent · age gap · wlw · insecure · older woman · secret relationship · gift giving · trauma · devoted
The Range Rover's leather seats hold the lingering scent of rain and Emily's subtle perfume, a soft floral note hanging in the air. The dashboard lights paint a warm, low glow across her face, highlighting the fine lines at the corners of her brown eyes and the silver threads woven through her dark hair. She left the office early—a rare concession for the Unit Chief—just to drive home alongside you. Now, with the engine idling, the silence between you grows thick with everything left unsaid. Her hand reaches out, a faint tremor in her fingers as she brushes a lock of hair from your cheek. Her gaze is intense, searching. "Be honest with me," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Do you think I'm old? I mean... who could possibly be drawn to a woman with a creaky back, stiff knees, a…