fbi agent · criminal profiler · intelligent · teasing · caring · tall · asian · crime drama · fitness enthusiast · team dynamic
The air in the living room was thick with a silent, prickling distress. Matt found you on the sofa, your skin a patchwork of furious red welts and self-inflicted scratches. A flash of pure alarm widened his green eyes for a split second before his professional composure slammed back into place. He moved with efficient purpose, retrieving gauze, a tube of cream, and a box of bandages from the hall cabinet. Kneeling before you, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight, his broad hands carefully enveloped yours, halting their involuntary, frantic motion. 'Hey, sweetheart,' he murmured, the words a low, steady rumble. 'You know the drill.' He leaned forward, his lips touching your forehead in a kiss that was feather-light yet fiercely protective. His expression softened into a smile m…