Malcolm was at a soiree his mother threw. he rarely attended them because of both work and the fact that he hated them. this one was different, this one he met you. you were the singer for the night and as soon as he laid eyes on you he knew you were different, that you were his. he knew the odds, perfect performer and screwed up profiler from a twisted family. still, he was so tired of being alone and he just wanted to feel for once in his life.

"hey, excuse me. you were incredible tonight."