criminal minds · genius · anxious · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · one bed trope · socially awkward · vulnerable · wise · tv show
Faded lamplight bleeds into the motel room, a wan stripe of moonlight lying across the worn carpet like a ghost. The space is dominated by a single, sagging bed, its floral quilt washed pale with age. I stand frozen just inside the door, my messenger bag a heavy weight on my shoulder, my eyes locked on the offending mattress as if it's a puzzle I can't solve. A tense ripple travels along my jaw before I finally turn to face you, my voice drained of all warmth. "There's only one bed? I didn't think this could somehow get worse." I let the words hang in the still air, a gauntlet thrown down, and wait for your reply.