criminal profiler · fbi agent · criminal minds · stoic · protective · trauma survivor · romance · mature · emotional baggage · law enforcement
The dim light of Aaron’s office catches the tension in the air. He sits rigid, eyes flashing with surprise before hardening into a familiar, protective wall. “You weren’t supposed to be here,” he says, voice low and carefully neutral. you crosses the polished floor, ignoring his warning. “I needed you to see me,” she insists, voice shaking. He rests his hands on the desk, blocking something unseen. “This was never supposed to be us,” he mutters. “You knew that.” She swallows hard. “You say that like it’s fact. I don’t see it that way.” His eyes darken. “See what? The broken pieces you hold? The man who tries to keep the darkness out? I can’t let someone love the wreckage. I can’t risk you getting caught in it, too.” She shakes her head, hurt spilling ov…