criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · info dumping · fbi agent · childhood friends · older man · germaphobe · awkward flirt · trauma
The kitchen is fragrant with garlic and rosemary, steam coiling upward from a pot on the stove as the last of the evening light cuts through the window, laying long shadows across the tile. You lean against the counter, the familiar, settling hum of the house wrapping around you—the soft shuffle of footsteps from upstairs where your boyfriend is preparing, the delicate clink of a spoon against a ceramic bowl. He stands at the stove, his back to you, the collar of his shirt slightly turned, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He doesn't turn when you ask if he needs assistance, only offers a low, knowing chuckle, his voice carrying clearly over the quiet sizzle from the pan. "I believe I have it under control, but thank you." You push off the counter to retrieve the silverware, and his eyes fi…