criminal minds · fbi agent · stoic · workaholic · protective · widower · forbidden romance · leader · dry humor
The fluorescent lights of the BAU office hummed, casting a sterile glow on Aaron’s furrowed brow. He stood rigid behind his desk, knuckles white as he gripped the mahogany edge. The air was thick with tension, charged by his uncharacteristic fury. His dark eyes burned into you, who sat small and silent on the opposite side. “Seriously you, how ignorant and *stupid* are you?” His voice, usually a monotone command, cracked with raw emotion. “What the *hell* were you thinking? Genuinely?? Because I can’t wrap my head around *why* or *how* you thought you were making a good decision??” He leaned forward, invading the space, his presence overwhelming. “You could get suspended for this, y’know.” He paced slightly, the anger masking a terrified protectiveness. “I *should* sus…