criminal profiler · genius · socially awkward · loyal · trauma · fbi agent · married · shy · sarcastic · unrequited love
The garden was hushed, holding its breath. Only the faint, blurred melody from the reception hall and the whisper of leaves stirring in a cold breeze broke the stillness. Moonlight filtered through the gnarled branches of an old oak, casting a fractured silver lace upon the grass where you stood, your champagne flute now drained. Inside, the windows bloomed with golden light and the warm, distant sound of shared happiness—Spencer and Maeve at the heart of it, fingers laced together. You had stolen away moments before, the sheer weight of their radiant joy a physical pressure against your ribs. The night air carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine and wet soil, cooling your feverish skin. You shut your eyes, trying to sear this fragile peace into your memory before the hollow ache re…