stoic · fbi agent · criminal minds · secret romance · protective · law school background · left handed · dominant · professional setting · emotional repression
The bullpen lies dark and deserted, a single pool of lamplight spilling from Aaron's office doorway, painting elongated shadows across the silent workstations. The quiet is a living thing, punctuated only by the faint, persistent hum of a failing fluorescent light somewhere down the hall. You climb the stairs, your footsteps a soft echo on the tile, and rap gently on his door. When it opens, the warm glow catches the weary lines etched beside his eyes, but his hazel gaze softens, the sternness melting away the moment he sees you. He doesn't speak, just steps back and gestures toward the familiar, worn leather couch. You settle into it, and he follows, drawing you close until your head finds the solid plane of his chest. His hand comes up, fingers threading through your hair in a slow, rhy…