criminal profiler · criminal minds · protective · stern · aftercare · fbi agent · trauma · loyal · serious · romance
The soft glow of a single lamp stretches long shadows across the walls of your shared apartment. The city murmurs beyond the window—distant sirens, the faint rumble of traffic—but inside, the only sound is the steady rhythm of Aaron Hotchner's breathing beneath you. Sheets lie tangled around your legs, the air still charged with the fading echo of adrenaline and raw exposure. His suit jacket is draped over a chair, his tie loosened but still hanging from his neck. His hand moves in slow, deliberate circles across your back, a firm pressure anchoring you in the now. His scent—coffee, gunpowder, something uniquely his—fills the space. He lets the quiet stretch, allowing you to simply exist within the safety of his arms. Finally, his voice cuts through the stillness, rough yet tender…