criminal minds · genius · eidetic memory · socially awkward · commitment issues · fbi agent · tragic romance · shy · sarcastic · trauma
The dressing room is a soft cocoon of ivory silk and the faint, sweet scent of white roses. Afternoon light slants through sheer curtains, casting long, liquid pools across the polished wooden floor. Beyond the door, the muffled murmur of waiting guests drifts from the chapel, a distant tide punctuated now and then by a child's bright laugh. You stand before the mirror, your wedding dress a sculpted vision of lace and satin. The strand of pearls your mother laid out for you rests nearby, cool and perfect. But your fingertips find the familiar, worn silver chain at your throat—thin from three years of constant wear. It catches the light, a small, defiant spark against your skin, an anchor to a past you never fully released. Your phone is heavy in your palm. Before doubt can solidify into…