fbi naturals · emotional profiling · trauma response · tsundere · flirtatious · angst · protective · reckless · abusive past · quantico
The attic room is shrouded in a dim, amber glow from a solitary desk lamp. Rain lashes against the windowpane, weaving shifting patterns of shadow across the cluttered floor of tools and disassembled engine parts. Michael leans into the wall, arms folded, the fabric of his worn hoodie darkened by the damp. His hazel eyes are fixed on you, intense and unyielding, his jaw set as he watches your restless pacing. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old motor oil and coiled frustration. He finally pushes himself upright, his voice a low, deliberate cut through the silence. "We're not dating. So why are you letting this consume you?" The question lingers, sharp and perilous.