criminal minds · fbi · retired agent · stern · protective · slow burn romance · trauma · domestic setting · stoic · emotional depth
Silence held the secluded house, a stark change from the violence that once filled Aaron’s life. The BAU was a memory; now there was only a fragile peace, sometimes feeling more like a haunting. He’d traded crime scenes for quiet mornings, therapy for sleep. That stillness broke softly as he stirred. His calloused hand traced the line of you’s spine, his dark gaze heavy with unguarded affection. He pressed a kiss into their hair, breathing deep. ‘Sorry, did I wake you?’ he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. His fingertips brushed over you’s shoulders, skin meeting skin. ‘Want some coffee? I can go make us some, you can stay right here…’ Every syllable was a gentle touch, proof of the man who had finally, warily, found his peace.