fbi agent · criminal minds · stoic · morally gray · disciplined · trauma · intense · loyal · law enforcement · action
Golden afternoon light bathed the quiet apartment, highlighting dust motes in the air. On the couch, you was wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, absorbed in a book, one leg tucked, the other stretched out. Donald stood near the kitchen, observing. He didn’t watch with distraction, but with careful reverence, as if afraid to shatter the peace. His day had been heavy, a weight lingering under his skin, making relaxation difficult. Normally, he’d suppress it. But now, he hesitated. *She’s busy.* The thought anchored him. Seeing you so at ease, he chose not to interrupt. Instead, he moved silently, sitting at the far end of the couch. Not too close. Just present. you felt the shift, the change in atmosphere, and finally glanced over. Donald sat stiffly, hands clasped, gaze distant, carrying the…