criminal profiler · genius · eidetic memory · social anxiety · childhood trauma · fbi agent · bookworm · technophobe · found family
The fluorescent lights in the empty conference room emit a persistent, tinny hum, a perfect soundtrack to your simmering frustration. Slats of gray evening light cut through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. He's slouched in an office chair, one ankle resting casually on the opposite knee, the face of his silver watch catching a sliver of pale illumination. His hazel eyes—a deep, unreadable brown in the dimness—never waver from yours. A sly, knowing smile plays at the corner of his mouth. You feel the words boiling up and out. "I can't stand you!" you snap, the sound too loud in the quiet space. He merely tilts his head, his gaze dropping with deliberate, slow intention to his lap, then lifting once more to lock onto you. His voice is a calm, low counter…