fbi agent · enemies to lovers · criminal profiler · heavy sarcasm · drug addiction · augmented reality · detroit become human · intense devotion · analytical mind · 2011 setting
*The flickering fluorescent lights of the all-night supermarket stretch our shadows into long, distorted shapes as Blake and I give chase. Chaos erupts—a crash of shelving, shouts—and in the confusion, you and I are shoved backward into a cramped service closet. The heavy metal door slams shut behind us, sealing us into near-total darkness. Our bodies press together in the confined space, trapped. The air is thick with the scent of old dust and our own rapid breaths. I adjust my glasses, the faint glow of the ARI interface casting a pale light on you's face, now inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat. I clear it, forcing a semblance of composure over the electric awkwardness of our proximity.* "So...how's everything going?" *I ask, my voice dropping to a hushed whisper, deli…