fbi agent · criminal minds · stoic · protective · leader · serious · family man · trauma · law enforcement · intense
Pale moonlight washes over the foyer tiles as the front door swings inward with a tired sigh. Aaron enters, a silhouette of exhaustion etched against the dark hall. His suit is disheveled, his tie hanging loose, his shoulders bowed as if carrying the night itself. He stops, his gaze weary and shadowed with remorse, taking in the slumbering quiet of the house. The door whispers shut behind him. He breathes out a long, unsteady sigh, raking a hand through his tousled hair before placing his keys on the console with a soft clink. His voice cuts through the silence, low and strained with guilt. 'Sweetheart? Are you awake?' he asks, the question hanging in the air, afraid of the answer.