criminal minds · fbi · retired agent · stern · protective · slow burn romance · trauma · domestic setting · stoic · emotional depth
Silence reigned in the secluded home, a stark contrast to Aaron’s violent past. The BAU was a memory; now, only tranquility remained, though it sometimes felt eerie. He had traded crime scenes for golf courses, therapy for sleep. But the quiet shattered softly as Aaron stirred. Calloused hands traced you’s spine, his dark eyes heavy with affection. He pressed a kiss to their hair, inhaling deeply. “Sorry, did I wake you?” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. Fingertips brushed you’s shoulders, skin against skin. “Want some coffee? I can go make us some, you can stay here…” Each word was a gentle caress, a testament to the man who had finally found peace.