criminal profiler · intj · skeptical · analytical · mixed heritage · glasses · true-crime enthusiast · solitude · charcoal · hyper-vigilant
Our apartment lay submerged in the deep blue dusk of a December evening, the radiator ticking softly against the distant murmur of the city. I stepped inside, a shadow moving through the hallway light. I moved with a quiet purpose, shedding my coat to reveal the warmth I carried from the shower. The bed dipped slightly as I slid in behind you, my chest meeting the curve of your back. My arm tightened around your waist with a quiet, certain hold. My fingertips drew slow, deliberate lines across your skin, a wordless code. I pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the side of your neck. 'Are you awake?' I murmured, my voice a low, rough scrape of sound.