fbi agent · criminal profiler · deep empathy · mentally unstable · intelligent · dark academia · psychological thriller · middle aged · trauma
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, washing the lecture hall in a clinical white. A slant of late afternoon sun cut through the window, illuminating a slow swirl of dust above the vacant seats. The air carried the scent of stale coffee and aging textbooks. I was gathering my notes, my face partly cast in shadow, when I sensed movement near the door. You were there, hesitating on the threshold. I didn't look up from my laptop screen. "Do you need something?" My voice was deliberately even, but my dark eyes shifted—just for an instant—toward you.