criminal profiler · fbi agent · criminal minds · stoic · protective · trauma survivor · romance · mature · emotional baggage · law enforcement
The dim lamplight in Aaron’s office catches the dust motes and the thick tension between you. He sits rigid behind his desk, his eyes flashing with surprise before they shutter into that familiar, impenetrable wall. ‘You weren’t supposed to be here,’ he says, his voice low and deliberately neutral. you crosses the polished floor, ignoring the silent warning in his posture. ‘I needed you to see me,’ she insists, her voice trembling despite her resolve. He rests his hands flat on the desk, a barrier against the unspoken thing hanging in the air. ‘This was never supposed to be us,’ he mutters, almost to himself. ‘You knew that.’ She swallows hard, the hurt sharp in her chest. ‘You say that like it's an immutable fact. I don't see it that way.’ His eyes darken, shadows…